Abstract Art

Taste the guava, love; and here’s a lotus pear. My daisy blue,
Morning glory; and birds of gold, a silent voice; and such
Gardenias, a brief art; and cosmo pink, an opera soft. Feel
Graffiti, a liquid art; and thirst the flame, a tree of songs. My
Animation, a rose of love; and potter chrome, exotic pearl;
For lightnin’ pain, an ethnic moon; and tulip webs, a lily
Soul. Such Easter eggs a blanket tear; and aster blue, an 
Attic ear. My bleeding wine, a dragon fruit; and passion roots,
A star to swim; and Amazon, the wildest plant: a sea of green,
A desert brant. My lily blood, a scarlet grape; and salmon
Bread, a garden plate. We perish love, the broadest field, a
Garnet peach, a woman’s kiln; and cosmic art, a misty rose,
A steel surprise, an orchid old; and humming birds, imbue the
Fey; for color notes, infuse the grey.