Symphony of the Colour Red

by Ali Znaidi

If you don’t like my words,
just throw me with tomatoes,
as simple as that.
Next time my blood will become redder,
and will fuse with my ink.
I will write words in a good way,
till the fragrance of the red apples’ speech
will fill in the air.
Then I think you will throw me with roses,
and put the red carpet under my feet.

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