A Whirl Of Sunshine Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

A whirl of sunshine a cup of blue
I want to give you
A dropp of water rising on my lips
A lioness heart I carry within
Colourful marbles of stones
On the palm of my hand
A fragile dance at the edge of life
My falls and my flights
I need to give you
Though I know you have your own
Whether you take them or leave them aside
Does not make any difference
It'll be the same
Whirl of sunshine and cup of blue
But you might change