SUNDEW

SUN DEW

I drink the sun

stirred up a breeze

fragmented darkness

as a radiant Venus.

I feel the sun

a fine spider that

a shrill cry utters

a lost ghost

IN THE SUN

I GUESS

DEW RAYS

I taste the sun

a bat

in insane laughter,

finials hooking

I touch the sun

with its own melody

travelling across the lanes

from bright sunlight hearts

IN THE SUN

I GUESS

RAIN RAYS

Liza LEYLA, Sun fancies, America Starbooks, 2015

©Liza LEYlA, Sun Tree, Painting on canevas