Pink and gold sit on my windowsill.
They simply talk
about the day’s festivities.
You shined the same brightness,
you warmed the same people,
you traveled the same distance.
I’ll witness the colors,
how pink and gold mix together and
tell each other their soft secrets.
I can watch, but
I don’t understand their musings…
I am not pink or gold.
I am just a person.
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