All a poor child has is eye level
There is no understanding that anything existing above
WE are not allowed to see Heaven
Just told IT exists , like its pleasure really existed
I would Pray not to Pray
But to take the beauty of life by both hands and pretend this is the superficial Heaven

The joyous pink color keeps yearning to get along with the yellow light. It keeps defying the blackness that gets in the way but sadly fails.

But this time, the blackness gave up its interest in front of the pink light. The pink in me also got lucky and rejoiced with the dancing yellow light.

Yes, this time, the pink in me was able to defend itself from the blackness and won.

Later on, the blackness yearned for the shade of pink. The pink, as usual, kept yearning to mingle with the yellow light and rejoiced while dancing with the yellow color.

©shivpoetesspriya