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03 January 2018

What do cotton candy and cherry blossom have in common?





It is almost impossible for me to describe how I feel about the colour PINK. It is beautiful, it is tacky.
It holds a universe of meaning.
The words below are truly beautiful, poigaint. Please take a moment to read them.


Pink flowers; 
Pink pens;
 What about a pink life

; Pink stars
; Pink trees; 
What a pink life that would be; 


Pink shoes; 
Pink dresses; 
That is the pink fashion life for me! Claudia Wilson

I have never see a pink cloud rain before. 

I have only seen a magenta bolt of lightening try to strike my heart,
and
 Aqua tears trickling from my dazzled misty eyes, down my
 Flushed and lonesome cheek, though 

I have never see a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have seen spotted purple snakes crawling up my bedroom walls, and
 Transparent bubbles filled with dreams 
floating before my very eyes, though, 

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, though 
I have seen a reddish sun cast shadows down upon a tortuous, rippling river; 

I have seen tears cascading down a sloping hill, and 
Gulls flapping their gentle, feathered wings atop some cragged cliffs, although 

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have heard eerie and commanding thoughts and voices 
That no one else could hear. 

I have had disturbing, stabbing thoughts that have injured me inside, though 

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before. 



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have slid down an icy mountainside on
a very sunny night.

I have wept a sea of deep blue and purple tears, though 

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never heard thunder clap behind a rosy cloud, or seen
Tears fall from heaven or
have heard angels singing. 

I have had morbid thoughts of loss, death and suicide, 
While thunder clapped, and
 
these pink clouds could not rain.

 

Perhaps someday I shall see a pink cloud rain upon a 
Magnificent world, which I have created for myself,

where tall green and golden reeds are surrounded by swirling water pools, and 

a hallucinogenic sun sets behind high and mighty mountains.


And there, people would be trustworthy and true to heart.


No, I have never seen a pink cloud rain before,
although, 
I have seen almost everything there is to see -

Some good sights and some bad-


I have heard some screaming voices echo in my mind, although, 

some quiet ones as well. 

have seen some orange and, pinkish sunsets, and mirages in
 the fortress of my own mind, however-

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before,
and 
I have never seen a pink cloud weep before….



Claudia Krizay