This world of vivid colors, painted by the way I feel,
While chasing my butterfly, I roam through the lows and highs,
My little rose on the hill, an omen of a sun to reveal,
Countless lucid prospects lie beneath its gleaming skies.
My flower found trampled, a harsh curse laid on barren land,
Within the heart\'s dominion dark shadows start to beam,
A robust reason for the mind to place a coup in command,
To free nonviable desires seized like expected dreams.
I was blind to hidden truth behind the stunning scene,
While heavy clouds of thinking washed the false hues away,
I begged the shadows to yield and let the light intervene,
To save my precious flower with just one hopeful ray.
I lay down on the battlefield, tears lost in the rain of gloom,
Between my heart and mind, held petals of my dying bloom.