Hate is the colour of a fierce red robe.
It has green tones, like sparkles of envy.
Love is of a pasionate red colour:
illuminated with violet lights created by the sun
falling beyond the sea, during a soft, sweet evening.
I dont want fierce carmesi robes, nor do I delight in cacatua greens.
I delight in the depth of a violet blue,
I delight in purple velvet.
I delight being in your arms, which tenderly
welcome my vulnerability.
I delight…
OPINIONES Y COMENTARIOS