within the kaleidoscope she saw
the cloudy sky which worth to be captured
shifted into the darkness of whom few enchanted
the gloom they slip into her heart at the moment
or those colors they said could be reward
behind the curtain which the next door may heard
the chirping birds on bluest sky
or the ripping one covered by the noise of wind and rain tried to win over each other on bluest day
or the wish she whispered “be good for each of our own” each time she was in blues