Colours in my eyes; like rain
as it drizzles, verses in vain;
Thoughts upon layering vines
of prosetry; a delightful hymn.
More than a picture; a metaphor:
A dismay of one's own fancy,
Prismatic one would say; vibrant-
ly laced strings trilled, on a fancy;
Whimsical: clinquantly fervent,
Or so one would say; gracing,
Painting cliques; of colours
of places upon themselves;
As a canvass wild wandering,
Upon the world in its charming flatter.
Unlike I, one bound deeply; enfettered
gladly in between dimly shades of two.
"A mixture of velvety crimson and deep royal violet."
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Colours in my eyes; like rain
as it drizzles, verses in vain;
Thoughts upon layering vines
of prosetry; a delightful hymn.
More than a picture; a metaphor:
A dismay of one's own fancy,
Prismatic one would say; vibrant-
ly laced strings trilled, on a fancy;
Whimsical: clinquantly fervent,
Or so one would say; gracing,
Painting cliques; of colours
of places upon themselves;
As a canvass wild wandering,
Upon the world in its charming flatter.
Unlike I, one bound deeply; enfettered
gladly in between dimly shades of two.
"A mixture of velvety crimson and deep royal violet."
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