Purple-Pinkish Sky

Sat, 10/08/2016 - 10:50 -- lalaxxz

Bleak, room, sleep, bloom

Glory days, blurry face

A little flower blooms in her heart

It looks like a precious master art

She yells to the world

Nature gives back only a pouring rain

Such pain, she can't afford

Slowly, black shadows filled her room

All she wanted was a broom

To wipe away all her fears

She suddenly heard from her ears

"It's gonna be fine"

She cried, like the beautiful purple-pinkish sky

Or like the little bird that suddenly learns how to fly.

 

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