oh, her sun and flowers
disclaimer: doctor who is not mine.
There's sadness so deep in Amy Pond that it tinges the sky with a darker hue.
Her tears crystallize the stars and shape rosebuds with soft velvet, swirling zephyrs with spores of dandelions.
She'll try to smile, but he sees the seams in her words and tendrils of her phoenix red hair. There's an ache in her eyes and an ache in her heart, both invisible to the eye, yet to him, it's as tangible as acrylics stains on his fingers.
Amy Pond will find her happiness, her sunflower man.
Vincent draws these flowers of the sun, painting for her.
