Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Red roof's illusion.

(Pic from Magpie Tales)
Common, all red similar pattern
the man who bends matters
for he knows, there is a lantern
unique in all huts, they scatters,
light for life that toiled,
every second and soiled,
 the white clothing that coined,
 persona, now untied, they rest
dreaming greenery to have everything best
believing wise men and words in text
the red roof erases gender conceit
the seed of life,
then again hallucination
but the man who bends and blends,
knows the secret of emancipation
he has the fruit of vision.

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