Dedicated to the fruit in the wine that colors it.
Rose pedaled snow
Ripe with the aroma
Of fruit blossoming flowers
In the vivid colors that piece
The blindness in us with beauty
Creating my blanket of thought
Fly confetti in tracers of light
That covers me so soft
Soft as a babies skin
Creating the purity of talcum powder
Perfumed with the futures might
Threw which the sands of time
Of individually created musical notes
Intertwining with the torments of my mind
In the uniqueness of one
Taking on the faces of many
Caressing my sky delightfully
Bright
Radiating the words
Into all the winds of time
Whose aroma will create
The fermented fruit
That will intoxicates the reader
Tonight
And bless the world
Tomorrow
With rainbow’s blanket of words made right
