The translucent dews of dappled rain,
Melt into your aesthetics,
As you walk your world of ink and bleach,
on a frozen rainbow..
While a distant thumb explodes,
The nostalgia of summer tangerines,
Filling the ambience with its essence,
Trying to subdue the orange of autumn,
Deceiving blue of your rain..
And yet your yellow and green paints,
A canvas of beautiful spring,
Blooming under indigo and violet sky,
A celestial blanket..
And don't worry about red?
I am keeping it, with myself for now,
After all this enchanting spells you cast,
how can I ever let your beauty bleed...
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