Behind the amaranth doors

Dreaming under shining moon,

Whose light is like a spell of Suada,

I am dressed in silk of ocean blue -

Star dust and Iris it is made of.

The wind is blowing north and south,

And anywhere I go I am fine.

My world is made of many colours,

So different, but each of them is mine.

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Some gods have told me: “everyone has colour,

Sometimes just different a bit in shades,

You can be day or night, but choice is one, you can’t pick more,

And that’s how all of us are made”.

For years I’ve been kept in hydrangea forest,

And I would lie if I denied my love for flowers.

But I kept looking at amaranth doors

And dreamt about world it hides and covers.

If gods made us to love the only colour,

Then I am made by gods from other space.

First open all the doors and then go find your flower,

And all your colours are yours only to embrace!