Pink Pink Pink
Plunk Plunk Plunk
Pink Pink
Pink
Shaking fingers, once-nimble joints are swollen
Trembles too, the pianist’s frail white head, nodding to and fro
His greatest works behind him
Reputation firm
Within, time’s tolling call,
Eternal silence beckons.
Fingers square on ivory keys
Pink Pink Pink
Plunk Plunk Plunk
Pink Pink
Pink
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I really like how you used “Pink” in a totally unexpected way!
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Thank you! I wanted to try something different π
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