Red
written by: Sirishty Thakur
Poets know how to play with words
I met one
I saw his fingers in the sky
Making the smoke dance
No, he didn’t need a notebook or a pen
His eyes were enough
Everything has a name
But he saw his words in everything
He knew the recipe for colors
So I went up to him
And I saw his dead eyes
The only color that was missing was
Red
Sirishty Thakur is a learner and botanist from India. She writes poems connecting the beauty of consciousness with nature. You can find more of work at her blog "Thought Loop".
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