Category: Random Poetry

Some mornings

'Look here, you have no reason,
to complain and fret.
There is food in the fridge,
there is this cute home, wood and white.
And of course, there is the duvet.'

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'It is hard for me to picturise
the orange of the fire
winning over the deep red of blood.
In the world of colours, I believe,
it happens the other way around.'

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