Like the white sheet of doing contrast to the passion
Like the anil or indigo blue eyes imaginariosLike the green afternoons barred from the room
Like the smell of orange that leaves the hose on the bottom of the garden (this was good)
Like the taste of his big grin when this wrong And violets that estampam their laughter when I talk dry rot ...
Like the flavor that has your love
Everything has flavor of the rainbow...
