Friday, 19 June 2015

Crimson,

In his eyes.
Sadness,
Of Ruby's demise.
Both,
Had the same colour.
From the splatter,
Of rose's first dew.
Till the down-town's,
blistering view.
Them eyes,
Saw them all.
After all,
who dare would propel
 a freak?
None,
They said.
The only word,
He never read.
Who knew,
Being smart,
Always got along a price pay.
It never was easy,
For a wing or two.
To take a leap,
And roar back at you.
Well,
Unknown as it was;
For the last flight?
To leap all odds,
And
Let, evens burn by side.
Who knew?
It was all a price play.
To let,
The page turn blue.
Dare you!
It was the same bird,
Known to me and you.
Turn the page,
Write a word or two,
Remember those years;
Which you both went through.
Who cared, then?
Who cares, now?
For the one,
Who always donned crown.
It never mattered, then.
But,
It matters,
Now.
For,
It never was a bird in cage.
But,
The one,
Along whom;
I walked around. 

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