• aquamarineei 33w

    Ultra Mix

    Standing at extremes of wheel
    joints of our lips splashes our colours in perfect intensities
    pigments of our mind caresses n now we are running colours.

    The rainbows' dark-clouded face frowns at the young of our birth
    for it's definition has no cots in her nursery of illusion

    Yes, our heart perfects their strokes of fading hue on the canvass of our love.