Playing and dancing the Esmeralda mode, the flocks of hair went darker, with a tinge of bluish reflection toward the ends.
“As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.” RUMI
I didn’t know where the road led me. I took it anyway.
”Though another claims the name, Old Damascus is by right the Eternal City” Mark Twain
“You were as beautiful as Jasmine
in a Damascene spring!”
The pastels and colours 🎨 ooze their way through the dressing room…