She.
She was a colour
Unperceived
Untouched
And yet
Like a palette
Where they all merged
As a river with the
Crimson horizon.
She was the black of her eyes
Shining through the floating brown
In them.
She was the red of her lips
Wearing it like summer sunsets.
She was the yellow of Fall
Like leaves under the gulmohor tree.
She was their orange
And a slight tinge of them both
Tossing in the wind
Like perfumed petals around butterfly wings.
She was the grey of dancing strands
