Primary Colors
Night Of Ice
I dipped my paintbrush in incredible huesTipped it lightly into dark bluesTook it up in hand long soft swipesIn this manner I painted the night.Threw up a net of stars in the skyConstellations up they flyRound like a butten, shineing tooUp I reached while sewing the moon.Almost finished but not quite yetTwo objects in flight, screaming as they metShooting stars, as they areMy world; as viewed from afar.
From Letras Mania