Red Dreams
I went to Mars on one of my trippy dreams,
Where red was the color of every theme.
Red was everything that one needs.
Red like the color of the blood I bleed.
Red were the rocks and the sea,
And red was the lock and the key.
Red like the blush on a girl’s cheeks,
Red like the Indians of the creek.
And the Martians were so red
That they looked sore from toe to head.
Red was the hue of the wine and the bread.
Everybody was red, be it the living or undead.
Now this redness started giving me frights,
There was a red sun, red trees & red moon in the night.
The color of courage was on my left & my right.
I was going insane, couldn’t withstand this sight.
So, I opened my eyes & got out of my sleep.
After Mars, my usual surroundings now looked creep.
I set aside my red pillow & removed my red bed sheet.
Got into my red slippers to cover my feet.
Then, I got out and saw various shades around me,
Violet, green & yellow seemed so delightful to see.
It felt nice to see all those colors after the bizarre dream,
Where red was the color of every theme.
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