'My dear master, explain red to somebody who has never known red.’
‘If we touched it with the tip of a finger, it would feel like something between iron and copper. If we took it into our palm, it would burn. If it were a flower, it would smell like a daisy, not a red rose.’
My Name is Red
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carbon could never rust
its never ashes to dust
birds do fly again
when seasons of life return
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