I’m the girl…

[blu87ro]

I’m the girl in purple red,

walking every sad autumn morning

down the lonely path

of the bloody colored park

watching the dance of falling leaves

and the runaway of swainsons

accross the page of a gray sky

 

I’m the girl in frozen white

drawing ice-flowers on burned paper

as the pale wintermoon appears

beyond dead reflections of flakes

lightning a candle inside

outside my window

sings a sleepy nightingale

 

I’m the girl in violet blue,

wondering over lost boulevards

after the cloudy sunset

of an early spring day

hiding burning tears in the cold rain

and the whisper of a heartache

in the rush of dull umbrellas

 

I’m the girl in golden black,

standing everywhere you go

in the everlasting shadows

of a darken summer moonlight

waiting for your eyes to raise to me

on a silent moment

as the time goes anticlockwise

[Dagless]

I love it.

 

"hiding burning tears in the cold rain

and the whisper of a heartache

in the rush of dull umbrellas"

 

What a line, brilliant.

[arwen]

You are talented. The poem is very structured, yet not sought for at all. As if the words just 'rolled' out of you.