| Pink's not red or white;
Affections as dull as night.
It could be stygian and bright,
Or perhaps, wrong and right.
Like a sea with raging tides,
Or Serenity that break all ties.
Consternation spark adversities;
Doubts initate uncertainties.
Passel of stars scintillate across eventide's sky;
Amity's flying vastly high.
fidgety and jubilation merging as one --
A mixture resembling scarlet roses and perfervid guns. |
1:10 PM