Ok i'll just cut to the chase this time: Me+New Poem=Here ya go!
The Boy With The Red Scarf
He gazes up at the sun setting in the east.
His 'brows furrow deeply as he concentrates.
It is hard for him, so hard,
He doesn't know what's real or not anymore.
The red sewing of yarn wips around his face fiercly
As he stalks away from the darkness...
His venturing has only begun, this he knows.
The hurting is far, far from over.
The proverbial tangerine scent fills his lungs.
Its' burning fragrance lingers but only a minuet.
Reality has seriously taken its toll on him.
So what is he to do?
The red linen, once tucked securely 'round his neck,
Has tugged and pulled away from him.
The wind lugs it away in the distance.
Nonchalantly he reaches up to his now naked neck.
He laughs. This is his own personal joke.
He saunters away unfazed.
The scarf, its blood red color, fades away
Beyond the horizon.
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