Pink Days

Pink ribbon flutteres to the floor
Comes to rest, forever to stay buried.
Buried in dust.
Left to gather more.
Once and intracite bow bouncing
With red waves.
Now a distant memory of a forgotten childhood
So far away.
Lost in a life of hostory.
Forced to the back of no one's mind.
Left to brown with age in time.





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