Her </3

The bright color of the sky was her

Not the blue, but the pink after

The sun goes , into its sleep

Or after some quick showers’ stir.


Then turned fiery red, after she met him

The loveliest of colors !as she lost her grim

Brighter and prettier ,she grew for days

But some fine times, & the colors went dim.


Dimmer and dimmer ,to faded red

Then pastel pink ,the colors she shed

She used to think, white suited her the best

And when he left, that was all she had.



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