A Turquoise Time by Sharanya Roy VIII-D

Your fragrant petals, 

Never failed to give me new hope

Dark, purple skies and brilliant white lanterns,

On the cloth of life; I sow.

But now that they have dried,

A strange feeling grows inside,

It's sweet to look, bitter to taste,

The consequence of lies

The unfairness of fate.

The sickly sweet words of a foe

The happiness and laughter from a day ago

And with those turquoise thoughts,

Another flower is born.