The red brick of happiness

We see women who walk under bricks
On the highway to build our happiness.
Their redness is sharp against blue sky.

We have women who bear green grass
From mountains to build our happiness.
Its green rises sharp against mountain.

We have women who carry a pinkness
In the wet eyes to build our happiness.
Their pink is sharp against eye whites.

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