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Dec 2016
When we made a pact,
Only between you and me;
That we’ll see all the colors
That our eyes could see

The picnic days were pink,
From the cotton candy that we eat,
Saw yellow bliss in your smile,
As you saw the dandelions bloom by.

I saw orange in sunsets;
While in the solace of your embrace,
Every month had purple,
From the violets and lavenders you gave.

And then you came home.
With red lipstick on your face;
It was pouring, dark and grey,
Then I knew the blues are coming our way.
122216  19:36

I wonder why rainbows rarely paint the sky? Are they afraid to be tainted by memories of the humankind?

A poem written from a prompt of a friend.

Anne Scintilla
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Anne Scintilla  18/F/Philippines
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