I am many
I am many sided faces. An oddity.
Which one you find depends on how you approach.
A wet winter, tears of waterfalls gushing down,
to melt into larger pool of sadness.
The fog comes over, covering me,
you look, straining to see curves and outlines.
A fire of anger leaves me burnt and gasping,
I rise from my knees and wipe away the rage.
Spring, tears dry and colours shoot up,
a necklace of daisy jewels, a pair of bluebell shoes.
The fog lifts, I emerge from shadow to light.
Sukaina. Instantly recognisable, a precious oddity