The walls are melting red.
Do you see that, too?
Let's pack our things, honey.
Where are you?
Do you see that, too?
Let's pack our things, honey.
Where are you?
I'll get the charred dreams
Pick the memories on the way
There's orange in the settled dew
Even my damn mind's astray!
Pick the memories on the way
There's orange in the settled dew
Even my damn mind's astray!
But Oh Heart! Oh Sweet Love!
Time waltzes on the piano
Peach. Magenta. Red. Blood.
Time waltzes on the piano
Peach. Magenta. Red. Blood.
Let's wear our shoes on the go?
The walls are melting red.
Do you see that, too?
I've sewed my heart on my sleeve
Have you too?
Do you see that, too?
I've sewed my heart on my sleeve
Have you too?
I think that the poem has many layers. If you read the poem simply, its a poignant tale about escape. If you dwell deeper into the tidings bought upon by the title, it adds another contrasting dimension. Another intriguing aspect is the use of colours of the sun, or a sunset. A beautiful read which is smoothe and flows well. I wish a "bon voyage" to the girl who has sewed her heart to her sleeves and hope to see more of her work. :p
ReplyDeleteI presume this is supposed to be one written with a melancholic heart... Somehow it made me happy, bit of a rush, too many shades of red - the colour of love, life, and probably death as well.
ReplyDeleteAgreed with the person above - hope to see more of her work :) in a more serious manner. Not when she gets hold of a laptop and internet. :P
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