If tomorrow our sky is no longer blue, it will still be a crown for you. A gift of love if the crown is pink, a reward of passion if red. A pile of happiness if orange, a strong mind with yellow. If green a bag of dollars, if gold…
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Pinkest
She writes with the pinkest of ink,that is also laced with white paint,filled with the highest layersof fairy talesand stuffed bears. She twirls in the pinkest of dresses,sewn in threads of optimistic love,lighted by the airiest orchid cloudsof white skies. She’s the pinkest of them all—adorned in lace and ruffles,sick…