Of all the hues on color-grade
I feast my eyes on certain shade.
A mix of adrour and cologne
Which makes a color of your own.
Akin to sheen of amber gold
It's in your hair one can behold.
As red as blood, commit to flames.
It borns within your flesh and veins.
It can be caught inside your sight
So picturesque, like solar light.
It's seen each time on your bare face
When I hold you in my embrace.
Your color will forever thrive
As we hold our brush of life.
And every day it borns anew
Because I add my color too.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
