The Taste Of Life

The taste of life is colourful and salted.
My soul is deep and bloody red.
My garden has a crazy-flower party,
With coolly shadows on the green-grass windy bed.

I’m an unknown stranger, lost in woods of sorrow.
My heart is riding wildly through my days.
Oh, tell me God, shall I be tomorrow –
a female Hamlet shouting to the space.