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SANGUINE and OCTOBER ECHOES

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SANGEETHA KAMATH

                            SANGUINE





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Red is a wedding carnation blossom

Red is a meadow of poppy flowers

Red is autumn and caramel apple

I have a shade of red for every mood:

My rage and courage burns a deep crimson

My passion is a luminous scarlet

My affection is a vibrant coral

My silence is a steeping burgundy

My euphoria is a gleaming sangria

I own the flaming carmines with style

I wear the blazing vermillion with class

I present the auburns with confidence

Red is elegance, sophistication

It is my timeless pretty black dress

Pic Courtesy Pixabay & Sparkling Quill

©️®️ Sangeetha Kamath 



                   OCTOBER ECHOES 





#PicturePrompt2

Happy moments are frozen
Imperially golden

And unforgotten they remain
As fragile as a daisy chain

Guitar strumming under autumn skies
Bonfire evenings with warm pumpkin pies

The October wind whispers her bronzed song
It's your sweet nothings I yearn for and long

I miss your warm embrace; you made things better
I wish I could hug you longer and tighter...

I've set a table for two…
You're gone, but I still miss you!

Slivers of preserved sentiments
Become towering monuments

Can these moments materialize
When we meet again in paradise?

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay and Sparkling Quill 
©️®️ Sangeetha Kamath 

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  1. AnonymousOctober 23, 2022 at 11:06 PM

    Red is love too, and I loved how you expressed the different emotions, objects, mood, and elements connected to the colour. Lovely read! - Moumita

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  2. AnonymousOctober 23, 2022 at 11:09 PM

    October Echoes- "Bonfire evenings with warm pumpkin pies"/ "I've set a table for two…
    You're gone, but I still miss you!" - I loved the poem on the whole, the flow of emotions and your choice of words to express the emotions, but these lines had so much in them. Always enjoy reading your poems. More power to your pen. - Moumita

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