Le Noir, le Rouge et le Blanc

Just as ink started slipping into her bloodstream

And grey clouds gathered around her chest , making it harder to breath

Just as her mouth and cheeks melted under the heavy shadows of dark circles

When it became too hard to talk and impossible to think…  silence was so noisy it made no sense

He looked at her powerless in the face of her winter, angry at the elements that hid her smile

Lost like a child he searched her eyes deeply, waving a wooden sword at her venomous dragons

Unaware of their presence, he waved with such passion, that his fire licked at her icy lips

A ghost of a smile tried to appear, a window has just opened …

Her Don Quixotte has found his home...

Dima El Sayed