The sky whispers in pastel colors,
Butterflies made of laughter illuminate the night,
Noses pressed against glass,
Fuzzy thoughts tumble and trip like kids in a meadow.
Thoughts that hold silent dreams:
Clouds watch over, furry like kittens,
The petals dance dainty as shiny marbles of dew,
Mice hop on glowing mushrooms telling secrets of the forest.
With pink glasses, everything feels softer, italic and blurry.
Can you hear the echo of a giggle resounding in your lacework?
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