Author Jonathan Chaves Soft greens, deep reds, really fresh colors; flying here, flying there, they ride before the wind! Sometimes, they fly down to the riverside, following the flower-merchant as he gets into his boat. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments