Neither red or blue, nor a shade of
hue
Colour me happy with shades very
true
No lies no deceit, or tales climbing
high
Enough to live and love & some
friends passing by
While looking back in life, take
this note my dear
Its impurity of matters that I always
fear
Fades and lust, though are shiny to
bear
But love trumps all, mighty as
sterling clear
Winds would be strong and storms be
in search
But calm is a place, in the autumns
of silver birch
(Samima )
