Sepia filled with nostalgia,
vermilion sacred as life.
Is love worth the roselet breath,
where pearl-ivory turns to sacrifice?
For amber’s warmth, its fleeting feel,
Why wager on indigo’s mystic solace?*
Sepia filled with nostalgia,
vermilion sacred as life.
Is love worth the roselet breath,
where pearl-ivory turns to sacrifice?
For amber’s warmth, its fleeting feel,
Why wager on indigo’s mystic solace?*