XXLove letters

 

 

When I was turquoise,

 

 

Her mother gave birth to her,

On the banks of the Seine,

One moonlit night it happened,

It's how a baby sea turtle was born,

It's when spring lilac stars were dancing naked,

The exhausted sunlight snored,

It was pearl pink and tired,

It couldn't witness a thing,

On pearl lemon chiffon waters,

Millions of moons shimmered,

The turtle could take many shapes,

It was lime green magic,

She took her first little steps,

When she immersed herself in the Seine,

The rose sky was saddened,

Spring lilac stars cried,

'We have just lost our baby!'

The turtle was almost a woman,

A goldenrod mermaid,

Rippling ecstatic waters,

At mauve dawn she left the river,

She took bath in ivory silk morning dew,

In the buttery yellow pastures,

For the first time she saw a tropic teal cow,

She touched the good-natured creature,

'It is the job I can do',

She sold milk and dairy products,

Butter and baby blue cheese,

On the streets of pearl lavender Paris,

On the hill of Montmartre,

In the land of windmills,

Brightly colored and fluid brushstrokes taught her a lot of interesting things,

'Don't love the future,

Love only the present,

It's the only thing that we have,

Look only for love,

Watch out for contracts,

Give love and take it as well,

Learn to respect  your time and your heartache,

Don't compromise for the average, not much and OK,

Everything may happen if you don't analyze much,

She had a useful escapist talent,

She painted her life with colors,

She bought at retail,

In the shop of her mind,

Magic means finding a road in the place with no path,

In the land of windmills life kept rolling,

Time corn was properly ground,

One day she met him,

It was magic of one moonlit night.