about colors

about colors So pale the rosebush on the verandah is it because the night is so long and cold the flowers look like the red purses little girls have a few pennies in kept hidden for her brother, a few  pennies to buy sweets for I have lost the colors on my computer it is gray, the spirit will not soar  like it didn't when I wanted to be a parachutist  I will visit the computer man  to bring colors back, even if it is artificial  and exude no aroma the little girl sits at the back of the garage furtively eat candy, but feel guilty  she should have shared the sweets  with her annoying brother, after all, she is his big sister In her hair, a red Gansho