Psychedelic

Elisey Vovrzhenchik

Photographer – Yekaterinburg

Her lips are roses wat wi’ dew,
O, what a feast, her bonie mou’!
Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
A crimson still diviner.
Robert Burns

Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles O let me share;
And by thy beauteous self I swear,
No love but thine my heart shall know.
Robert Burns