Colours of my Heart

Colours of my heart are blending with the sky, catch them before they fade away like the mist over that hillock.

Colours of my heart are blending with the sky, catch them before they fade away like the mist over that hillock.
I am a soulful woman who loves to conjure up my thoughts and write. I thoroughly enjoy creating art and expressing myself through words. I believe words have a certain kind of melody that can be understood by everybody.

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