Colormewrite's Blog

Shell of bliss-shackle with a crackle of Earth’s fluid voice

With each tide reborn

Color’s enigmatic hue know the place in you that ceases to release

Opens it wide, purified with stinging salt

Wound joins waves to eradicate days like the receding sands of time

Ah, but the twinkle at twilight-that sparkling dance, effervescent glance, washes clean all wrath leaving only mysterious ease in it’s aftermath