Poem

Ballerina’s shoes and pigs; quite different at first sight
though common grounds however, will soon come to light.

The lipstick of your mom as well as raspberries can claim,
like blossom and flamingos; in a way they look the same.

A poem seems to fit right in, or at least I think,
Therefore I have always felt a poem must be pink.

Poem for Illustration Friday.

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