The frown on my brows was a remnant from my childhood.

The mirror fracture of disregarded emotions..

Where is home ? 
Your eyes are my home..

I looked at you, and the sky crept into me.

Is the weather nice?

Is the sun bright?

The answer to them all is in your face.

The breeze of spring is also..

HUE?

Which hue are you to me?
Are you the foam on a sea wave?
Or the red roses in the sunset’s flame?
Are you the darkness in my room?
Tell me, in which hue do I find you?