• ainsleyillium 5w


    Born a white canvas sheet
    As pristine as the tundra
    Blooming over the Alpine peaks
    Unaware of the splash of colours
    That will soon submerge it.
    Some are dark as the midnight sky,
    Some are bright as the edelweiss,
    Some are tinted; some are shaded
    Some are scars that never fades.
    But at the end of the long hasty way
    A portrait remains
    Hanging on the wall by a windowpane
    With colours so vivid and rare
    That it costs a beloved's tear.