She is dull
drab and brown
cares of the world
weigh her down;
unbeknownst
they close in
and paint her
pink and
yellow.
Where
would we
be
without
friends?
Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 293
She is dull
drab and brown
cares of the world
weigh her down;
unbeknownst
they close in
and paint her
pink and
yellow.
Where
would we
be
without
friends?
Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 293