Red, poetry by Sirishty Thakur at Spillwords.com
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Red

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

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Sirishty Thakur

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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