The color of March

I admire the human brain's ability to create emotions and thoughts, this is a poem I wrote for my friend and all the things she reminds me of

The brain! A labyrinth,

complex ajar

to feel a certain beat

for the one, afar.

She's the breathe of air

in morning's March;

Where burgundy blooms

and birds like shooting stars.

Delicate bizarre:

petite to the world-

below the sky,

where nightingales haunt

and chants a song!

Assured to scar.