When good weather loses color

When Good Weather Loses Color

Written: © Maxima

Gray  veil
Reaching, selfish,  grasping
a  tender sky.
 your beautiful smile
She  would like to steal me.
I wish you a joyful month
wind-swept shadows of fragile trees
in twilight
as in the past.
before the autumn rains
Rolling down the slopes of my dreams
Laughter  and hot kisses from your soft red lips
Do not let me love in vain..
Cruel cold rain paint my days.
Color my smile.

I love you