Whenever I smile, it‘s the thought of you that makes this cheeks tickle and squeeze.
It‘s the thought of you
bringing with you a violet sparkle
like an early sunrise in spring.
But then I remember that all of you are gone and will never return.
Violet has left
and so have green and blue
and yellow is drowning.
And this witch is burning in the last traces of red.
„I hope your rainbow dress you ordered will arrive soon“, Layla said.
Mistress witch writes 