A Shade

On the brightest faces,

Shine the glossy colors; 

Smiling askew with deep eyes, 

They try to hide their ruins. 

As many hearts, as many stories, 

There comes a bride; left. 

But she finds peace in the grand red, 

Reminding her of lost love. 

There comes a recluse,

Age old - Face wrinkling. 

But he finds company in the light pink, 

Offering an arm of support. 

Amidst all companies, we celebrate, 

Company of happiness; this festival of colors. 

Let us pledge, 

For this happiness to cease never.