28.01.2025, 11:47
The Colors of the DayMorning rises, she opens the door,
feels the world calling her for more.
In her dress, so free, so light,
a brand-new day feels just right.
She lives in the colors of the day,
every outfit a small ballet.
Her smile so bright, her style so true,
her heart dances wherever it’s due.
In the café, a cup in her hand,
mirrors the warmth she understands.
The city, the park, the hours fade,
but her elegance forever stays.
She lives in the colors of the day,
every outfit a small ballet.
Her smile so bright, her style so true,
her heart dances wherever it’s due.
A red skirt shines, a touch of grace,
a white blouse flows, she sets the pace.
Every detail a part of her sphere,
capturing beauty that draws us near.
She lives in the colors of the day,
every outfit a small ballet.
Her smile so bright, her style so true,
her heart dances wherever it’s due.
And when the sun sets low in the sky,
she carries its light as life passes by.
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