Pink Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Pink



The doors stumble
Before they were opened
Frostbite is for the brave
Clumsy are the mornings
Days trickle by like left-over juice
Sturdy as stubby pillars
Crack open tomorrow like a nut
The snow turns from grey
To all floral shades of pink

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