Deep within my hidden pastel dreams are soft sweet colors of a newborn spring dressed up in mauves and pinks and windham creams while giving hope to love and all it brings. Painted in the colors of the dawn, like pinks and purples of the morning sky, magenta dreams will bloom and love will spawn as newly mated hearts begin to fly. And thus our lilac love has taken flight while sharing orchid thoughts without remiss; soft words and fuchsia touches in the night are punctuated with a crimson kiss. The coral sun rays beaming from above are raining down these colors of our love. October 23,2024 Poem of the Day - October 24, 2024