Middle Ages

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