Colored Heart

The hearts of birds are so ancient and hidden, that I can't see them clearly. Sometimes I open my magic box to see the true color of these fugitive hearts. They are so bold, and when you turn their leaves, you smell the scent of old southern adventures. No moon dwells in the corners of these colored hearts, for their bright rays would obscure the sun. There are no clear paths in the depths, only a vast, endless expanse that astonishes your heart. This magic penetrates us like forgotten tales. There, you find all the colored souls who place eternal kisses on our lips. They rain sweetness on our heads, and their smiles plant colored roses deep within us. Please touch them gently; they are as delicate as a shy girl's dream. When we saw these colored hearts, their whispers crept swiftly to us, and when we smelled their fragrance of radiance, the sun slept in our dreams like a blue butterfly. In an incomparable moment, a moment when all the warm letters and deep ecstasy melted within us, we touched those colored hearts and heard their hidden desires.