The roof of my house is red.
The blood that gives me life, is red.
My favourite t-shirt is faded – red.
When I close my eyes, I see red.
The past is rusty, and red.
The fire that keeps me warm, is red
She is my life –
She is red.
Poetry is my aeroplane
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…. nice lyrics (… and one of my favourite colours…)
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Thanks B. mine too 🙂
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In The Netherlands, one of the most popular Dutch singers has a song, in which he sings the color of love is red. This poem made me think of that 🙂
Very lovely photograph. XxX
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I’d like to hear that song Patty. The woman in he pic is my wife 😊🤗
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Beautiful lady 🙂
The song is in Dutch, don’t know if it makes sense to share it?
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She is 🙂 the only Dutch word I know is –
Goedemorgen 😀 so unless the song just continuously wishes me a good morning I’m not going to understand it haha! Thanks Patty
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And, she is beautiful!
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I thinks so Kumi 🙂 Thank you
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And that should get you an awful lot of Brownie points, beautiful.
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The colour red has tremendous significance in Indian culture. It’s the colour of vitality, of married women and has some religious significance as well.
I loved your words on “Red”… 🙂
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Thanks Mani. I am reading a book about colours at the moment. It is about the significance of colours and the origin of the English words for the colour. I look forward to what it says about Red. I went to my friends wedding about 6months ago – she is Hindu and her wedding dress Sari was mostly a stunning red. There was gold involved too 🙂 Thanks again Mani for your continuing support 🙂
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