Andrea Ugona

Two contrast,
Two entwined,
Beauty expressed,
Beauty revealed.

They fall at your feet,
And push you forward,
Telling you never to look back.

Colour serene,
Colour never faked,
Never created and destroyed by man.

They flow in the wind,
They stall in the sun,
Telling you to see the inner beauty
That makes them who they are.

Lovely,
No fault
No marks

But at the end,
All this beauty – disappears

In the cold,
No contrast,
No entwinement
They both look the same
Depressing

Maybe like our hearts.