Author: fartface169
“Pink Sparkles”
She walks in shades of bubblegum light,
where thoughts are soft and the air feels pink,
with ribbons of daylight tied in her hair,
and a sparkly “don’t-care” kind of stare.
Her laughter is cotton candy,
sticky-sweet where the warm breezes go,
and her footsteps leave sparkles behind,
like the world briefly remembered to be kind.
The sky gets shy when she enters the scene,
turning blush pink and peppermint green,
even clouds start behaving like dreams,
drifting around in pastel-y streams.
She keeps little secrets in bows and lace,
tucked in the corners of soft empty space,
where everything fragile is handled with grace,
and even sadness forgets how to stay in place.
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