All these, but more
More than
the red of a rose about to blossom
the luster of a pearl still cradled by its oyster
the green of grass kissed by spring rain
the radiance of a butterfly just emerged
the bright before dawn.
All these, but more...
the red of a rose about to blossom
the luster of a pearl still cradled by its oyster
the green of grass kissed by spring rain
the radiance of a butterfly just emerged
the bright before dawn.
All these, but more...