A Subtle Rhyme

Rhythm, like a song it calls out to you
Sharp but not loud
Loud but not proud.
With something new,
There comes an itch
As the sun blinks
And the earth drinks
Serene the pitch!
The chords turn blue
That through these rhymes, our minds find some links.

Pink promises reside within these links
And there is blue
In subtle pitch.
Tears become drinks
Hiccups and blinks
Gentle the itch
The sun shines new
Bold but not proud
Proud but not loud.
Like a sweet breeze, it whips and passes you.

Vera