Warm Red Poem by Ljiljana Leka

Warm Red



How can one ever engage
in any human contact
and daily life
when your soul is speechless
paralyzed in an endless gaze
over this melancholic dreamy horizon
colored a warm red
by your own bleeding heart

Saturday, March 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt
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