Pink smiles and crimson blushes,
Run-of-the-mill songs
That evoked virgin emotions,
The beauty of the shameless sun and the shy clouds -
As they played out their hide-and-seek
On the never ending skies.
That all things move in a circle,
Is a truth lovers deny
In their colorful nights and colored days.
So what if all good things come to an end,
unless all things come to a beautiful end?
Lovely :)
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