The world is more pink
Than grey lately,
But those who never
View it without
Rose-coloured glasses
Can hardly appreciate
The salmon glow
Brought to it by
The sluggish demise
Of their very own
Cherry-red consciences!
©Aaysid
“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
Outrageously Erratic 
Beautifully worded and written, Aaysid – I really love this piece. Xx 💓
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Thank you so much, Ellie.😊❤️
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Aaysid, I love your words, “the world is more pink than grey lately.” Oh, you are writing my story. Hugs, C
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This means a lot to me, Cheryl. Thank you so much.😊
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“Cherry-red consciences” – there’s a creative phrase, Aaysid! True, to fully appreciate life’s vibrant times, we shouldn’t mask the darkness. “Song of Myself” – that poem is epic!
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Wow!I have been meaning to read more fron Walt Whitman since some days. That poem is truly epic, indeed. Thank you, Michele. 😊❤️
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Yes! He had a lot to say. 😁You are welcome, Aaysid. 💗
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Beautifully written poem Aaysid
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I am glad you like it. Thank you.🙂
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You always manage such beautiful contrasts. You are ordained ‘Lady in Red’. 🙂
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Haha. This is so generous of you, Terveen. Thank you so much.😊🤩
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ohoh love this Aaysid! 💞
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I am so glad you liked it, dear Cindy. Thank you.😊
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You’re so welcome dear!
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A beautiful and profound poem Aaysid! Loved reading it!
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Thank you so much, Dominic.😊
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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