Red Flowers

I SAW A BUNCH OF RED FLOWERS,
I STARED AT THEM FOR HOURS;

IT SEEMED THEY COULD SPEAK,
THROUGH MY EYES THEY COULD PEEK;

THEY COULD TOUCH MY DREAMS,
SILENCE MY MINDLES SCREAMS;

THE REDNESS SPREADING OVER THE EVENING SKY,
TOWARDS THE COLOUR THE BIRDS WOULD FLY;

IN THEIR FLUTTER I AM SOARING HIGH,
AGE SLOWLY PASSING BY;

THE SHRINKING LIGHT CALLS A STRANGE GLOOM,
MYRIAD EMOTIONS IN MY HEART BLOOM;

I FLOATED IN THE MELODY FOR HOURS,
THE EVENING, THE BIRDS, AND THE BUNCH OF RED FLOWERS.