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.