Colors in the city

When the cold weather recedes, the days are bright and the air is flowy and fresh I turn into a majestic peacock dancing for you, dancing to the tune of your love you make me alive, even in my dying days these city walls collapse, and it becomes paradise I can live here, like this,

In her palace

She’s in her palace; her head resting on its beautiful marbled floor. She sighs at the way it cools her cheek on such a hot summer’s day. Breeze comes through the large windows and balconies that surround this grand architecture. They tease her wavy hair strands, which in turn tease her face. She’s listless and