Any colour

Serene it seems at the dawn of all longings, although reverbs out at the periphery, I seek out the traces of pure bliss, even amidst this prolonging chaos. There was this one time, when perhaps, I wasn't even looking for obscurity, when I found her, playing her colourful vigour, out in the chaotic wilderness. How does she do it? Her play often bewilders me. Her coloured being, perhaps brings about, a prolific wave of purity and warmth. Seems like the very warmth, I have been looking for, all along...