When she was little,
She was a pink wild person
Her soul was in pink
Also her caligraphy
Her clothes were pink
Her dreams in pink
Different tones
From the same Palette
When she grew up
And became and adult,
She chose blue
As her favorite color
Blue was calm
Blue was deep
Blue was elegant
And smart and serious
Blue wasn't as innocent
or lovely as pink could be.
Blue was more distant
And more reserved
But she did not
Feel like a pink anymore
As her character evolved
So did her colors
Both of them colors
Were indeed romantic
Classical
A bit melodramatic
And matched each other perfectly
Yes
She was blue now
But you could still perceive
The essence of the pink on her
Like a vast blue ocean
With pink corals uderneath
Or a magnificient lake
Covered with pink wild flowers
She was both
It was a mix of her past and a
Her presentHer growth in a painting
And it was certainly beautiful
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Colorgirl
PoetryThis is my very first poem but also the very first time I publish something in English. If you notice any mistake on it I would highly appreciate if you let me know. Thanks and hope you like it!