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Pink
Pink is there in the way you brush your hands across her neck, that somber color spreading across her skin like a storm. It’s there in the middle of his pouty lips, a place you’d be familiar with only because of all the kisses.
Pink, a color that brings to mind so many things. A color that makes a statement on it own. A color capable of mixing with anything and yet maintaining it’s identity. Each shade of pink is so unique, so different, so unlike any other. It holds all the strength of red but along with the humbleness of white, a combination so potent it creates the most wondrous effect on the beholder.
A color, ever since the beginning of time, that has been a symbol for women. For femininity. It is delicate in the way it is seen in the petals of a newly bloomed cherry blossom, a flower so pale and so distinct. A mark of the arrival of spring. And yet it also leaves an impression behind, like that of a cherry stain against cream.
It is there in the color of a flamingo, burning bright during their flight. In the color of a carnation or a rose, when a lover professes love or when one says goodbye.
Pink when paired with white screams innocence and youth and the same pink when paired with black speaks of dark things left to the night. Because such is pink, combining with the two ends of the color spectrum to create equally devastating effects.
Pink is seen in the color of high heels and bejeweled stones. A mark of fame and admiration. A color that brings to mind brightness, sparkles, endless party nights, bubbling champagne and rampant fun. A color that promises to offer a happiness we must always have the pleasure of experiencing in life.
It’s there in the break of dawn, painting the sky along with blue and orange hues to create such magic we can only stand in awe of. A color of transition indicating the ascent of the sun – as to quote Homer ‘rosy-fingered dawn.’ A color that bring with it the hope of a new day. It makes cracks in the sky, not something akin to destruction but something more alike to a gentle invasion. Iridescent streaks that make us ponder the possibility of the existence of a higher being, a higher world – a heaven.
Pink awakens the romantic in everyone. It caters to a wild imagination, one filled with unicorns and endless rainbows. It is the color of fairy tales that we grow up believing – that pink, being a dazzling, vivid strong pink. We assume the world is ours for the taking and launch headlong into it without a worry. As we grow up, there is no more an expectation of a fairy tale but there stays a craving for a ‘happily-ever after.’ We become accustomed to failures and we learn to always put ourselves back together. This pink is a milder, paler pink like the color underneath the shell of an oyster. A shade not quite as blazing as the one we felt during the past but a more enduring and tenacious one. A shade shaped by the unyielding lessons of life. A color that we begin to see is more suitable than something lustrous and flashy. Both pinks illustrate the difference in maturity we achieve and an example of how life molds us.
Pink exudes love, tenderness and care ; a bearer of calm and comfort. It is there in the color of cotton candy, a remainder of the simplicity of childhood where the taste of the silky strands of spun sugar was enough to create unequivocal happiness. It is there in the color of fresh raspberries, offering the same sweetness and yet with a slight twinge – as life is supposed to be.
Despite all these frilly tender features, pink is mainly the color of strength. It is seen as a bright torch, lit in awareness in the form of a pink ribbon pinned – for all the dear women battling breast cancer. It is seen in the face of a tired yet ecstatic mother that has just given birth, her skin flushed with sweat and a pink tint – a mark of her accomplishment and strength. Her exertion plainly obvious but masked by the excitement and happiness of giving birth. Her open arms eagerly await to hold her child. It is seen in the newly born infant, it’s tears and pink skin a mark of it’s health. A small bundle of life. And the picture that a mother makes when she holds her newly born baby is indescribable. Her unadulterated joy seen in her eyes as tears. And the fleshy crying baby, a sign of comfort. This is the most purest form of pink of them all.
Such is the nature of pink. A color that creeps up on you, much like love does in one's life. It’s a color that one cannot help but adore and embrace. For imagine how dull life would be without a little pink?
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Pink, a color that brings to mind so many things. A color that makes a statement on it own. A color capable of mixing with anything and yet maintaining it’s identity. Each shade of pink is so unique, so different, so unlike any other. It holds all the strength of red but along with the humbleness of white, a combination so potent it creates the most wondrous effect on the beholder.
A color, ever since the beginning of time, that has been a symbol for women. For femininity. It is delicate in the way it is seen in the petals of a newly bloomed cherry blossom, a flower so pale and so distinct. A mark of the arrival of spring. And yet it also leaves an impression behind, like that of a cherry stain against cream.
It is there in the color of a flamingo, burning bright during their flight. In the color of a carnation or a rose, when a lover professes love or when one says goodbye.
Pink when paired with white screams innocence and youth and the same pink when paired with black speaks of dark things left to the night. Because such is pink, combining with the two ends of the color spectrum to create equally devastating effects.
Pink is seen in the color of high heels and bejeweled stones. A mark of fame and admiration. A color that brings to mind brightness, sparkles, endless party nights, bubbling champagne and rampant fun. A color that promises to offer a happiness we must always have the pleasure of experiencing in life.
It’s there in the break of dawn, painting the sky along with blue and orange hues to create such magic we can only stand in awe of. A color of transition indicating the ascent of the sun – as to quote Homer ‘rosy-fingered dawn.’ A color that bring with it the hope of a new day. It makes cracks in the sky, not something akin to destruction but something more alike to a gentle invasion. Iridescent streaks that make us ponder the possibility of the existence of a higher being, a higher world – a heaven.
Pink awakens the romantic in everyone. It caters to a wild imagination, one filled with unicorns and endless rainbows. It is the color of fairy tales that we grow up believing – that pink, being a dazzling, vivid strong pink. We assume the world is ours for the taking and launch headlong into it without a worry. As we grow up, there is no more an expectation of a fairy tale but there stays a craving for a ‘happily-ever after.’ We become accustomed to failures and we learn to always put ourselves back together. This pink is a milder, paler pink like the color underneath the shell of an oyster. A shade not quite as blazing as the one we felt during the past but a more enduring and tenacious one. A shade shaped by the unyielding lessons of life. A color that we begin to see is more suitable than something lustrous and flashy. Both pinks illustrate the difference in maturity we achieve and an example of how life molds us.
Pink exudes love, tenderness and care ; a bearer of calm and comfort. It is there in the color of cotton candy, a remainder of the simplicity of childhood where the taste of the silky strands of spun sugar was enough to create unequivocal happiness. It is there in the color of fresh raspberries, offering the same sweetness and yet with a slight twinge – as life is supposed to be.
Despite all these frilly tender features, pink is mainly the color of strength. It is seen as a bright torch, lit in awareness in the form of a pink ribbon pinned – for all the dear women battling breast cancer. It is seen in the face of a tired yet ecstatic mother that has just given birth, her skin flushed with sweat and a pink tint – a mark of her accomplishment and strength. Her exertion plainly obvious but masked by the excitement and happiness of giving birth. Her open arms eagerly await to hold her child. It is seen in the newly born infant, it’s tears and pink skin a mark of it’s health. A small bundle of life. And the picture that a mother makes when she holds her newly born baby is indescribable. Her unadulterated joy seen in her eyes as tears. And the fleshy crying baby, a sign of comfort. This is the most purest form of pink of them all.
Such is the nature of pink. A color that creeps up on you, much like love does in one's life. It’s a color that one cannot help but adore and embrace. For imagine how dull life would be without a little pink?
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