If I could keep colors of a moment
I often wonder,
would it be the end of my gray landscapes?
This poem is a slightly modified version of a beautiful poem by Tameshk [link to her blog post]. She also has a delightful picture there that just makes perfect sense with the poem:
I hope this post is not a shameless plagiarism case :)
If you are even slightly bothered by this post, please let me know and I will remove the poem/picture as you wish!!!