the pink paper.

the pink paper of moral values.

boy, i feel like eating pink colour ice-cream now.
and purple colour ones.

with a cone of strawberry and yam ice cream in my left hand
and a frog shaped umbrella in my right
wearing a milky coloured sundress
and a white ribbon tied in the hair

roaming the streets of a country side
admiring the lush greenery
being blown in the face by a gush of wind
until I'm exhausted

where I'll finally come and lie down under the big blue sky
by the beach
and fall asleep to the gentle lapping of the waves.

I still feel like eating ice-cream.