Blood RedA Poem by Nanditha
One thing’s sure, ‘tis certainly not bright red! Not like the movie hero’s -- when he bled. They never get it right, the colour of blood, But, well, can paint ever look like mud? It’s not just the colour they get wrong; the thickness, the texture, and the liquid’s richness! No, it’s not like tomato sauce at all! Not as thick, but dense as a drawl. How it gushes out, rushing forth -- a stream, dark red, half nightmare, half dream. how it dyes everything it touches Into a hue that’s the love of painters’ brushes.
As it reduces to a trickle, and then no more (That’s how it seems as now I ignore)
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Added on October 16, 2014 Last Updated on October 16, 2014 |

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