Pretty Lady In Her Pink

Pretty Lady In Her Pink Rain drifted left to avoid the flower in the pink dress The collision was inevitable though Roots pulled at the wet drops like magnets in that direction Nature does not think about such things It drinks in life with a vengeance, tenacious, obstinate Friendly tiny flower only wants the best A simple drink to make it pretty It yearns to be a gift for a young lady Still virgin in her pink, in her nudity