Not for love anymore
I do not want to touch the blue
As the blue turns red
And yellow turns red
I do not want to write in black
Because black turns red
My fingers bleed
My pores spit out red
I cherish lilac
The smoothness, the innocence is gone
What is left is red
The ochre, the emerald greens
With a blink of the eye I find them red
All my reveries are swept away
By the ebb that is red
I do not want to see
I think of stop touching
I shall stop breathing
Red is strangling me
'Cause
Red isn’t for love anymore
poem by Geti Ara
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