The Red Scarf

The Red Scarf

A Poem by Inner Rain

Sleeping on a chair is a crimson fabric
Wrapped warmly on a neck so sick
So soft is the woven threads, rich in joy, is its hue
On her chest it will stay, once its her due

© 2009 Inner Rain


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Added on September 21, 2009

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Inner Rain
Inner Rain

City Of The Living



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Why I Write?! I love to write poems... Not really planning to make it a profession, i just enjoy it. I write to relieve stress, especially school-related stress and also so i can express my emot.. more..

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