Pink
In the springtime, I watched pink blossoms
Dancing on the cherry tree limbs
With wind blowing the soft melody
When I was age seven times ten
The most beautiful color-
Highest degree of excellence
I was totally captivated
Springtime worked her captive suspense
In the coming of spring, I saw delicacy
The hues softening the bleakness
Of winter's harsh cold colorless world
Then came pink to soften and bless.
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
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