𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎

𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍

𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜…

𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 like i do

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 that burns on and on

𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑.

and talk about color… so visual and bright

– Linda J Wolff