New challenge and new opportunity giveaway – RIBICA

Ribica blush

When I wake up in the morning and open my eyes,
I look in the mirror – I hope the mirror lies!?
A pale face, supposed to be mine,
it’s not rested, it doesn’t’ look fine.

I look at it, it looks at me,
it says: »Make something out of me.«
I decide – one, two, three,
how to free myself from this misery.

I grab the cream, what happens next?
I my drawers are rouges three
(if you believe).

I take a brush and colour fast
stress my cheeks and go at last.
That’s why, dear Parokeets, choose me,
so that on my eyes a shine there’ll be.

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12 comments

  1. :rose: Lovely poem. I enjoyed the sentiment.

  2. Ja, tole si pa res super spesnila! Pa angleška verzija mi je tudi grozno všeč! :w00t:

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