Give me a watercolor
I’m creating my April!
Into the blue pastel
The brush glides faster and faster
I’m ready to fly
I’m catching the wind in my net
To let the sun burn
I’m in the horizon
In the night I search for depth
At the edge of the sky
I walk like a shepherd boy
Through the silence of the fields.
I take my watercolor
I paint my April
And into the night pastel
The whistle plays.
19/04/2011 Author Anastasia Gracheva
