Eve Poem by Ayako Mikawa

Pluck.
A sound of a droplet.
The radiance of affection.
From the essence of red.

Burning with passion.
Walking in elegance.
Shone in brilliant ray of light.
The true form of love.

Plick.
A sound of a droplet.
The giggles of mischieves.
From the mask of yellow.

Brought with laughter.
Broke with the time.
Forgotten its true self by hate.
The true form of jealousy.

Silence.
A feeling of a droplet.
The nullified form of happiness.
From the imaginary essence of blue.

Walking in undefined circle.
Never found its true form.
Weavering through the essences.
Sacrificed itself to eternal slumber.

The main essences of life.
Brought to the surface of souls.
Singing in loop, emptiness.
Wishing themselves for another surge of living.