THE POEM OF PINK....

Pink comes from the sky.
Pink hides in the wind.
Pink feels pretty and free.
Pink smells like strawberries and pretty roses.
Pink works as a pretty color.

Pink comes from roses.
Pink hides in a marker.
Pink feels soft.
Pink smells like a nice, new, pink crayon.
Pink works as a new crayon.

note : sempat lagik aku blogging ekk...sekadar untuk melepaskan tekanan PSM...