By: PhxDreams~


 As the Sun melts to paint the Sky
 I see the world reborn from its white canvas
 The many colors which combine
 to give detail to that which is more than one dimension
 I see life’s breath exhaled
 with the melding of each and every hue
 visions free creating paisley
 patterns that one would not undo
 For imperfection is the base of these tints
 Priming what shall voice the palette
 Giving views of all that can be overcome
 By leaving the portrait without a signature