Metaphors of life Metaphors of life

The Pink, the little girl that I could never be

While on her way to be red

Coloring the sunset red, on my skyline

With all the fire and passion

Virgin and flawless white voicing as true love

Splashed on my ocean shores as foams,

Washing away all the colors of mine

Leaving no shades to paint the wildfire of love.

Like a flickering flame of a candle

Blue came gliding across my morning sky

Peeping through the misty clouds Enriching the color of my rising dawn.

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