an ethereal princess made from nucleargems and brightly coloured sapphires, painted in rouge and other faint lovelies. the sort of tint that hints of springtime, in a bluebells faded purple. blue, perhaps a definite . fragrant blossom is your eye, and the other too. Both those misty particles mould a symphony of illusion, but the funny thing is the illusion is real. as your brush caresses canvas tear delux strings from the heart, to stroke a curving arc of semi-rainbow love. aloof, the geriatric flowers dented, but through the artists eyes a spell of frozen beauty anoints the page.
