Fire and gold
run wild on the sky
and flying fishes
swim around your umbrella.

Your mouth is speechless
and quiet as these grey clouds
that struggle to give birth to thunders.

Your dress
is cut up from the red sky,
transparent and dotty,
sewn by the wind.

Your eyes swallowed
all the blue
and your lips are locked
into an imaginary kiss.

A couple of freckles
make your skin shine
as wet grains of sand
spoiled by moonlight.

Your red hair
curled as the crown of trees
floats above your ears,
not trying to escape
but enhance your beauty effect.