The blisters were all around her, she bleeded in white.
Her pain was naked,
but the white caused no red in her.
She was forced to bend,
her skins crushed, tears went unseen...
I stood far from her,
straight to her,
and my tears were clear.
It rolled down the cheeks,
carrying away the hopes I bore,
melting my feet, my ways.

Years then her bodice had so much pink there and there;
Beneath her was my kin trying to snuggle,
their blues blessed by her shadows.
And when winds went caressing, she sprinkled her pinks to the love's blooming.
I went to her on thursdays to talk my...