I pulled a fresh green top down my head. I pushed my head over a fresh green top. I switched the green earrings for the red-orange-yellow danglers. I posed against a blue pavement shutter. I crunched into a blushing pink apple. I turned my head to see the colourful park bench. I followed her orange shirt that strolled past the immaculate church and stepped into an acrylic paint morning.
Not a struggling pencil sketch. Not a shy water colour. Not a hardened oil paint. Not a demure monochrome. More like shameless joy.
you really look up these sights don't you
ReplyDeletewhat are those yellow textures?