𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

𝐻𝑦𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑡ℎ

Where the sunsets go to pink and yellow
Bluish haze of Neptune's wild waves and glow
You paint the pastels and aureate tints of Van Gogh
Hands that produce comely strokes as fast like how the green light go
Orbs that hold tranquility -
beneath those pair is a million galaxy
I believe there is still so much in you -
Hyancinth, you are a rare kind of amigo.