Dew-kissed dawn Down the gravel and puddled road Dogs leashed, anxious to be unso Behind us the hills And above them a flame of red sky No sun yet But clouds muted the crimson Fading to camellia Softening to carnation Before finally deciding upon pink.
small pink buds
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Dew-kissed dawn
Down the gravel and puddled road
Dogs leashed, anxious to be unso
Behind us the hills
And above them a flame of red sky
No sun yet
But clouds muted the crimson
Fading to camellia
Softening to carnation
Before finally deciding upon pink.
Rick Stepp-Bolling
“Pink”
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Flower eraser
Plastic thing
Not pink
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must not depart
a box were in
Marcel Marceau