Stepping on scars; gosh, pains
Through rains of tears and glum
Pink, strolled down the seaside.
To cast away 365 bottled sentiments
Tossed it far; hoping it floats and sinks.
Caught the birds, fresh air and the waters; beaming and applauding.
Yes! It is well deserved, Pink survived!
Striving through seasons for a rainbow.
The beautiful blue sky and the shinny sand tells of better days ahead.
The sun setting, screams, “I will return tomorrow, I will shine again!”.
Infusing elegance, the rainbow beckons
Conferring Peace, Faith, Hope, Beauty and Passion.