Painted Girls

I saw my years

I saw my tears, freezing,

A fairy lamp lit up my face as a gentle breeze.

Just another pearly moon through the weeping fog,

takes away the orchids from my bed !

Ordinary season of a standing world,

Where the colours slidedown on my back !

I heards speak painted girls,

They believe in another life,

It's strange to say, but from that moment

My days are not the same !