The Girl
in Pink
There she
sits
Eyes sad as
melting snow.
Palms up- as
of wanting to accept.
Love written
all over her face
Little girl
with the pink scarf
A butterfly
elegantly swoons by
Her eyes
gaze, mystified.
Glossy perky
lips
Honeydew
eyes
Her hair
gently blows
She wrinkles
her sweet little nose.
The clouds
look bouncy
The sky
seems content
With life
all around
She looked
so sad
Her eyes,
giving her away.
A boy rode
by on a bike
She smirks
and waves
His world
keeps turning
Her gaze
gently goes back inside.
The little
girl in Pink
With no one
looking
She gazes up
to the sky
With no
other reason but sincere Hope.
Suddenly her
world awakes
Her palms
still facing up
She bows in
gratitude
For the day,
that lay ahead.
Tears drip
A smile
appears
A lifetime
of both
She knew
would always be near.
Love never
dies
At times it
simply readjusts.
The Sun will
rise
The clouds
will play
The rain
will fall
The trees will
sway.
Tickled with
Life
She skipped
away.
She picked
up a flower on her way.
She knew it
would eventually die,
But that was
also Okay.
Written by
Marisol Graciela
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