What's that in your eyes? Like the sunset myriad of enchanting shades - a tinge of warm yellow blended with cold creek saphire. Like the snow capped landscapes of the wintry North - a still quiet whiteness under a grieving faint cerulean. Like the contour lines of interwining creepers - a melancholic melody of varying olive. Like the heat waves across the Sahara - a striking chord of piercing dahlia. Tints of emotions brimming to the edge Brewing a concoction of infinite grim affliction. Tell me, are they coming from your eyes