Colors

Rainbow

She was an artist when she held her violet pen, but already was a work of art herself. Her cheeks were constantly flourished in a hue of desire that longed for someone to hold her close and gaze into her shimmering blue eyes. Her hair left a trail of fire behind her with every step and the dress she wore floated around her like a swarm of clovers. The sun was her ally that reflected off of her beauty, but not a single star could compare to the masterpiece that she was.