pink

i have never thought of pink
as more than a joke,
an attention-grabber, for laughs,
and dawns were more
a study of magnificence
than a study of colors,
each one screaming to be praised,
among them pink;

but now,
now i cannot look at sunrises
without a longing loss,
without you,
and pink,
hand in hand,
always in my mind….

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