Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Friday, April 26, 2013
Red
There were flowers
with which you loved me
flowers that you said grew
by chance in the forest
your flowers wanted to take me
to that land where
the secret of your red is hidden.
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