Sad Yellow

I feel like a sad yellow,
that's dressing the moon-
as silver shines too deep,
just to fade too soon...

Like a murky spring
that dies afternoon, for
flowers flourish too fast,
for this heart to bloom.

I feel like a blue sun that pierces
the sky, as orange is too happy
for such light to die, and I?

like a green river that
flows too slow, and ripples
too high, that runs with a quiver
then dries with a sigh...

by: Rania Moallem