Pink

Pink. does not describe the sky.

The sky is something no one sees.

It’s there but no one sees it. 

It cannot be described by color.

My pupils enlarge. Its beauty.

It’s there but no one sees it. 

My hands pressed up against the car window. Its wonder.

It’s there but no one sees it. 

The plane that flies by the air of color but the passengers- asleep. 

It’s there but no one sees it. Except for us. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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