Spring is here. I can feel it in my right.
With my easel of mixed up blue and yellow.
The great blotch of green: I have must have been rendered with patience! My seasonless in no desires but intentions.
Thinking is amateur
Spring is here. I can feel it in my right.
With my easel of mixed up blue and yellow.
The great blotch of green: I have must have been rendered with patience! My seasonless in no desires but intentions.
