PinkA Poem by Cristina Moldoveanua girl telling her story about a man beguiling herWords were speeding up while she spoke. - That’s exactly what happened I was wearing light mauve shoes hardly found on the black market but even those were slipping on asphalt my stockings were almost pink a gift from grandma’s sister she enjoyed seeing me dressed in pink and him… he bowed accidentally near my chair that chair had no back I was sitting in my stiff blue jeans skirt too tight on my waist and he passed his fingers through his hair I was wondering why he gazed into nowhere or into my eyes walls were thin and I heard an unknown melody I never met the neighbors there and him… he calmed down the dog a little dog was barking furiously and he was smiling - What are you saying girl?!
That’s exactly what happened we were talking about happiness draperies were drawn and the light had a tinge of pink.
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2 Reviews Added on July 20, 2012 Last Updated on July 20, 2012 AuthorCristina MoldoveanuBucharest, RomaniaAboutPoor and alone, getting old in Bucharest, Romania more..Writing
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