_Pink_

Angels land
and make her dance,
Creating beauty,
at a glance.

She makes a whisper
and touches the sky,
Looks in the mirror
and dances by.

For talk so sweet
in endless sleep,
Her dreams lay by
as words asleep.

She glances the sides
moves with the dark,
Bright as she thinks
Pink falls apart.

Her touch,
Her whisper,
Her dreams are full,
Red and white
makes pink rightful.