Sweet, out of your dreams,
Still I want you to feel,
morning hues in your eyes,
of the dreams you had deal,
every color as passing from prism,
divulging out a colorful life.
Just do it as I say,
start your morning from a coffee cup,
pump up the energies to fill those colors,
into the life of the others, wssup,
in the melancholy of the thoughts,
when you can lead a colorful life.
Colorful aroma of the poetry I write thee,
You can enjoy with a cup of coffee.
