If the world forgets its colors, If the sky falls into gray. I’ll keep painting ideas with beautiful color themes, design our landscape embracing changes.
Where the palm trees lean and croon,
There’s a breath of golden sunlight,
Held in the curve of a plumeria bloom.
Petals like a flower,
Spilled on the air,
You pull me closer with -
Plumeria tree,
Plumeria, spin me slow,
Pink and white and gold aglow.
spread your scent into atmosphere,
Teach me how the seasonal shift just begins.
Plumeria, in the hush,
Where the tide and stars both blush,
I’ll learn to feel the paradigm shift.
Plumeria, true and fresh.
By the old wooden bungalow,
Where the lanterns hum and sway,
You press a blossom to the hilltops,
And the map of us unfolds that way.
Talks of islands, kites, and open roads,
Laughter like water down in hidden coves.
Every tiny petal remembers the seasonal theme —
Plumeria, keep me informed.
lighten the burden on our shoulders, slow and kind, Leaving all the push behind.
There’s a memory in the nectar
Of late afternoons for pondering about.
Of someone humming old saying,
Down a street where the dusk is charm.
If the world forgets its colors,
If the sky falls into gray,
I’ll keep painting ideas with beautiful color themes, design our landscape embracing changes .
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