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Write about a color, but you can't say what it is.
Oh my gersh.
Pastel, rich, bright, not to mention light.
In the skies not midday
But nearly when it's night.
Painting it with it's lovely hue,
Mixing wonderfully with the blue
Or sometimes in flora
Making then radiate in a glistening aura.
Not primary
But secondary
Some may think it's gender biased.
But to me, it's under an alias.
Sunset, it paints the sky
Sunrise, it stains it bright
Pastel,it's so pale
Rich, it's so real.
What is it?
*Answer below*
Pink.
XD
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