PINK
*A poem by Maria Toloudi
She picked it up,
she carefully wrapped it around her neck,
a French finesse and silky smoothness,
and just like with the rest,
she wanted to tell a lie.
To accept pink truths,
to narrate pink stories,
to touch a pink cheek,
to send a pink rose,
to receive pink letters,
to withdraw into a pink dream.
Suddenly a strong wind blew
and freed up her neck.
She traveled into the heavens, and everybody
rushed to see the pink cloud.
It has been indeed confirmed
by official sources.
More of Maria Toloudi's writings visit her website [link]
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| How much pink fits in this world? Maria Toloudi, 2014 |
She picked it up,
she carefully wrapped it around her neck,
a French finesse and silky smoothness,
and just like with the rest,
she wanted to tell a lie.
To accept pink truths,
to narrate pink stories,
to touch a pink cheek,
to send a pink rose,
to receive pink letters,
to withdraw into a pink dream.
Suddenly a strong wind blew
and freed up her neck.
She traveled into the heavens, and everybody
rushed to see the pink cloud.
It has been indeed confirmed
by official sources.
More of Maria Toloudi's writings visit her website [link]
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