Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Art of Mood


Suddenly it is bright
Suddenly it is blizzard
Suddenly it swings
Suddenly it is puzzling

It could gloom in the morning
It could go high in the night
It could be winter in the summer
It could be spring in the autumn

It could be build hard
And destroyed in second
It could spark in the moment
And embedded like forever

Sometimes controlled
Sometimes explode
Sometimes soothing
Sometimes suffocating

The weather anomaly, the depth of sea
The shadow of face, the aura of body
The roller coaster, the ignition
Bring the color of rainbow in your heart

Submitted: Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, June 29, 2011

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