Inspired by the poem “Blue Winter” by Robert Francis
Summer uses all the pinks there are.
One shade of pink for the sunset, one for my cheeks,
Another pink for my lips shining with gloss.
A pink-winged butterfly floats over my head,
A pink flower shoots up from the ground.
I feel joy and love. Pink makes me fly towards
my destiny of happiness. I always dream of
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