red
Red carpet
I’ve heard it darkens
When black waters flow
Down the seine
Wrong side of the play
Wrong place on the stage
A turn to the hollow
The pain
Red carpet
I’ve heard it flows
When white shadows grow
Down the seine
Wrong play to await
Wrong game to betray
A turn to the self
The remains.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Mar 12, 2007.
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