Sublime Red Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Sublime Red



On horizon,
Made my heart,
Beat red.

The days of my life,
Rolled on as they may,
But the sublime red,
On horizon,
Stayed.

One day my heart broke,
No it shattered.
Pain, so much pain,
That it didn't even matter.

The blood horizon,
Said to me,
Too merrily.

It mocked me.

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