August brought with it a new easy-swallow scheme by a new self-improvement mentor. Luna Rojas had measured out her life with the likes of them – detoxes, spiritual awakenings, fad diets. She craved ... [+]
Over, under, around, and through
A bright crimson red fire takes a peek
The pink cotton candy smiles back at you
Baskets of fresh oranges spot the sky
The soft yellow laughs and cries, “Come get me!”
The blue running and chasing, is it worth the try?
Purple melodies wait and see
It’s all fun and games, until it must end
The midnight black closes in
The pinks, oranges, reds, and blues all fled
The reds continue to fight, but inevitably give in
They all get tucked into bed, almost right away
Eager to play their favorite game the next day