Intoxicating was
last light's moon.
Waking up at noon
delirium - confused
Oh !
At my door
wearing green
first monsoon
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Those days
Those days
Toy
Ces't la vie
Green
" I long to sleep .. to sleep
but you must dance "
but you must dance "
lonely
night
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The interplay of colour, event and emotion is absolutely brilliant!
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ReplyDeletei guess i feel terribly inadequate ... while writing
The RIGHT colours have no NO NAMES