Reminiscence of Pink

Six years of study.

A bittersweet rhapsody.

Sweet moments dashed.

Harsh moments flashed. 

I carried on through the vicissitudes 

with a baton named solitude

But zillions of support rushed in,

prompting me to question whether there’s warmth within.

Yes.

There is.

These moments are not temporary

for it’ll always stay in my tacenda of memory

Though there’s no such thing as perpetuity,

I’ll forever remember this pink unity.

The future is full of raucous cacophony,

yet it would never wipe out this special rhapsody.