The white jasmine flowers and the fragrance of togetherness stole that little heart .
Yellow was assigned to start up her days with soothing sandal and a handful of Spring season in mind forever.
May Flower threw an array of red highlighted in the colourful days of life, the blood red teenage.
Then It was a blue hue.
Stained and toxic it seems.
But as clear water, now life is flowing
not ferocious , not in a slower phace
Often hope evoking as a blue star.
Orange fire burning in the eyes
to protest over anything
A boldest era in her life.
Then the drops of fresher leaves,
another part,
Handful of refreshing working hours.
Realistically the actual living.
Brown leaves fluttering along
finally dropping from the branch
thus ends the last shade of life