The leef of colors

So impenetrable that it closed forever,

as a hoarsely voice that speaks silently;

later the cold that penetrates into the skin

nearly to threaten.

A light that lights up the faces

Through the branches of the trees;

it seems nearly a hand that holds out to help you,

vanishes later in one night of this.

Streets that scream invoking peace and calm,

clouds that help them leading the rain.

Stay here only a leef of thousand colors still

It doesn’t sell itself to nobody

waiting her hour so near,

as a friend that waits for her company.