The clock ticks away,
Pensive night is going slow.
Rain drums on the roof.
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Her mind weaved webs,
Eyes not blinking in thunder.
The wine left untouched.
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He watches ripples
Made by every drop of rain,
His mind is elsewhere…
He looked, she turned away,
He sat beside her, she wouldn’t stay.
He wrote her name, she tore,
He nudged her, she ignored.
His smile made her fume
His joy she was set to doom.
She made all his attempts fail,
The boy who’d pulled her pig-tail.
And when he snorted to tease her,
She was surrounded with laughter.
Little tears had brimmed her eyes
The boy had not been very nice.
She turned around, he was nowhere,
She didn’t like this solitaire.
The class was about to start,
She still had a heavy heart.
He came and sat next to her,
And had a bribe to offer –
A couple of smiley tattoos,
That got rid of her blues.
She smiled as she stuck them on,
And gave him a bon-bon.
Childhood fissures are so easy to mend,
Once grown up, why do we refuse to bend!
I am the scarf worn by the sky
At cool sunsets way up high.
The tulips blush nodding in joy,
With the lone beatle hiding in coy.
I am the sweet cherry shiny and bright
Or the wine, fruity and light.
I am the chilli that shows no pity,
Even the fruit that taught you gravity
I am the hearts young lovers draw
The heart of a fire burning in awe…
The promise of a single long-stemmed rose
Given to the one love chose…
I am the colour of gory blood
That covers war fields like a flood
And yet I am a band in the rainbow of hope,
Vermillion adorning her forehead’s slope.
I am that magical hue,
Who is bright even if not new,
In each avatar I hold many meanings unread,
But they usually like to call me Red.
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