“the pink whispered to the blue on that specific day at 16:38 PM.
Intertwining as one, they slowly moved across the sky.
As high as the stars and as free as the birds that passed them by, the two drifted through the atmosphere - enjoying the little time that they had together.
However time sadly caught up to the pair. They were separated as the darkness started to creep in. And with a regretful goodbye, the two whispered to each other in different directions.
Onlookers patiently wait another day for the two to be reunited, once again. But perhaps at 16:23 instead”