In front of fleeting colors over a sunset sky at dusk I knelt And counted every effervescent decadence I've ever been allowed to humor every sharp pain I ever felt puncture my belly Against the mauve ether amalgam of melancholy-blue and fondness-pink. A zefyr came and waltzed away the thoughts and on his billowing breath I saw them flutter Scatter forgetful dandelions among treetops and rooftops against the bruised sky -Sophia Koutsouri