april, be all but red

finally, you arrived,
please take a seat.

you want tea, or
cup of coffee, or
perhaps a cooling lime?

you got fresh 30 days
on your spring, pastel
sleeves.

need not to tell me
what you got in store
for me and for the
fellow beings of
this overwhelmed
earth,

i just want to ask,
if i may, you might
have heard your
predecessors hands
are tainted in red—

blood, chaos, anger,
fear, love, yes, there is
love—

but please do not
dip your hands with
them, please be blue

of the promising sky
and the arms of
the accepting sea,

or be yellow of the
sun smiling or
of a tropical
pineapple, both
tangy and sweet,

or be pastel pink
of cherry blossoms—
still a dream for me—
of a cotton candy
reminding us
of innocent days,

happy and free.

well, to cut it short,
you can be all the
colours you want
to be, just that, we

are very tired,

April, can you be

better than
March, February, January?

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04.01.2020
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For dVerse Seeing Red!