Blue,
Deep blue,
Deep blue ocean,
Hiding, sliding,
My emotion.
Want to move away wars,
I want to ride in the stars,
Fadeaway all the scars,
Travel to the Mars.
Classic and retro feelings,
Flying out of me,
Like bright butterflies,
Reflect twinkling eyes.
What comes the day after tomorrow,
The way that someone behaves,
A single piece of information,
A period of 24 hours.
What you have is present time,
The state of being Cool,
When you are hurt,
You can see the red liquid,
sent around the body by the heart.
The feeling of being certain,
Something exists true,
That express feeling,
being stubborn and refusing.
Renouncing a belief,
And enhancing power,
Forgot the awful experience,
Start tomorrow with eagerness.
-Prasanna Pala