I’ve always loved the color red

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A snowy afternoon
by the time of Christmas.
The heaven is dark, but
millions of lights are glittering
from every street,
every building,
in the city

I’m twelve,
or maybe even fourteen,
a most sensitive age for a girl,
who still hadn’t been kissed
or looked for.

“Ah”, I said,
and stopped in front of
the large store-window
“Look, mom, what a beautiful red coat!”

I could hear her frown when she said:
“You, who are so gray and insignificant, shall not wear red.”

Later on I got a new winter coat,
a gray one, with a collar buttoned up to the chin.

And I can still feel the pain.

Thea by Me – from “Down Memory Lane”