Day 5

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Five

If she were blue,yellow or red
I think I'll love her less
If animals were bred and bled
To produce her threads
I think I'll love her less

Color same as my skin
Like finely crushed desert sand
She's a match for all things
What good fortune she brings
By the patterns she imprints

Perfect for chasing dreams
She is every girl's dream
Class, beauty and comfort
Makes her a lovely fort
Find for yourself one of her

~RC

APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora