The Red River FlowsA Poem by Rachael DayIf only, if only the red river flows. Like ruby ribbons cascading through blankets of woes. Trial and error seeps in when nobody knows. The cackling sounds from behind a door closed. Stripped bare of disguise, the truth comes about. If not from the wise, then through experience no doubt. The mask slips down, pearls fall all around. Like soft raindrops on rooftops, covering the ground. © 2012 Rachael DayAuthor's Note
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Added on June 2, 2012Last Updated on June 13, 2012 Tags: Masks AuthorRachael DayCalabasas, CAAboutI'm really just a big kid who wants to play all day...and eat sweets. I like to read anything: creepy, dark, fantastical, weird, wild and wonderful, mind-boggling, heart-wrenching, giggle-worthy. .. more..Writing
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