The fingerprints of sentiments seen only
As fleeting treacherous expressions, emerge as hues
On the clear alabaster skin tinged by platinum moonbeams
Instead of hiding as always within the pulsating walls
Of the heart, of the intriguing soul
The scarlet fingertips of rage glisten so bright
And kindness glows golden, envy is green
Happiness is yellow as sunflowers and marigolds
Innocence is pink as conch shells and baby skin
Worry is black as the dark pregnant rain clouds
Truth is sublime like light, generosity blue as the ocean
Mischief is orange being tangy as succulent oranges
Passion is purple, blend of blue and pink,
Elements of feminine and masculine shades
Knowledge dons the indigo colour of ink
While grief is transparent as the streaks of tears…