Your voice

My thoughts spin in a circle,
And your voice makes waves
In the middle of them.

You leave my gaze colorless,
But you fix my gaze
On the wet rainbow-filled sky.

I see the sea in gray,
The fog is on fire.
The smoke is spreading on the plain,
The sun has run out of power.

Hard times make you wild,
Bad people make you misbehave.
But dear, even in the strangest of times,
We will fall in love every day.
©roxana91