The umbrella(POEM)

The umbrella

Fell from top to top
Those beautiful memories
Oh memories
O plate in the absence
Hey Jokanda I forgot how to miss those bright colors and I crave the first call
For the first kiss
To embrace the past
It is a moment made of ether death
Of the prayer of the Sapphire
The coral anniversary
And the pearl of longing
It is the moment of liberation emanating from the umbrella of love
It is not a moment that does not die like the sun of love
But I will need you to keep alive the rest of my life
Just so I do not die