Spectrum ( a shade of poetry)


The moon pours silver blood
on the lonely mountains,
The valleys drain love
through blue rivers,
The black soils grows cotton
of white grace,
The concrete roads are grey
in their own ways;

The Scarlett and Merlot fight
bloody burgundy wars,
The cyan and indigo have
shown their true scars,
The shamrock and the emerald
are saturated well,
The pink and purple dwell
in hues no one can tell;

The yellow sun turns everything
into golden brown,
The orange lights in the streets
burns in an old town,
The purple rain exploded
into a spurious song,
The red roses hold fragrances
but not for long...


©the_gladiator