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by Olga
Rated: E · Poetry · Fashion · #2171621
Colorful Poem. Chapter 7.
I have no words to portray this!
Forgive my awful tongue-tie, please!
I’m not the only who is lacking words
And can’t bring order to the messy thoughts!
The same confusion, even greater
Coral is suffering right now
Her sister Rose, the refined and perfect lady
Is bouncing past her up and down…
Hilarious and absolutely happy
Like as if what is put on her was not so crappy…
Her lips are widened with an ecstatic smile,
While Coral’s jaw is down in an unusual style…
“Collect your jaws, my dear sister!
It’s Boho Chic!
Admit, I’m super cool, a fashion freak!”
Coral forces herself to whisper:
“I have to disappoint you, missy:
You look like you were recruited by gypsies!
It’s nothing evident of your chic claims
All your attempts are useless and in vain.
And you and Pink are just the same
No matter of the prefixes before your names!
If you could argue this before
Now it is relevant no more!
Under the layers of the dust
Your real selves are just a pure matter of trust!
Stop your meaningless defense
And if confused, take no offence!!!”
So… Dusty Rose and Dusty Pink…
To tell apart you need a drink…
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