An emerald blast

The rain pours down,
On a crazy parachuting,
As the sun goes down.

Over the edge of a rooftop,
A silent girl, stares
At a dazzling puzzling drop.

Within the horizon of her sight towers,
An emerald blasts,
Her verdant iris flowers.

The water collides with you
And dances your imperfection,
(Could you sing such intersection?)

The strings start trembling,
The birds climb the ceiling,
(… There goes the feeling!!)

• Frederico Vicente