On any other day,
She’d be Green with jealousy
Then Purple in her own fantasy.
Queenship gloated in her brilliant tiara,
Swaggering in that teal taffeta.
Then she’d be Yellow about her lost love
And Blue for the things undone
Cogitating the 'What ifs'
About those unforgiving edgy cliffs.
The Brown way she could never lead
For those pretty wings could never bleed.
Going all Black about the funerals
And then Picturing the Pink reversals.
But Today wasn’t any other day,
So, she donned her shrug.
Making her way
Through the beetles and the bugs
That stole her star and ripped her rugs.
She walked through the fog
On the wintry night
Into the tranquil woods
Shining , so legendary bright.
Loving all that there was to love,
Discovering the pure,
Discovering the white.
Yes in her thoughts , she was Pure and White.
