Future – PastFebruary 20, 2020
The SeaFebruary 20, 2020
Under the bricks of my mind.
An unknown curiosity knocks my door.
As pink flowers tend to be prettier.
As the watermelon might think it could be pink in the inside.
Pink as the cheek of a little pale girl in a cold snowy day on a mountain.
I'm not curious about the watermelon being pink.
I'm curious to know what pink has to do with happiness.