Pastel colors liberate the contemporary sky yet the same sun that brushes the clouds leaves my soul a night.
Thus the hymn, ‘oh entity in dearest calamity searching for such leans upon the sturdiest insanity for a crutch’.
Palettes decor conflate the extraordinary eye yet the rain run that rushes the plowed grieves nigh a soul in plight.
Thus the hymn, ‘of banshee in nearest proximity perching for such between cordon and nest of an ash tree by claw clutch’.
-M