©scarletchinsley 23/8/22 11:58pm Dear Red, Roses are red, violets are blue. I don't know the rest of the rhyme, but may be you do? I had been trying to write a poem for you, since long. I even talked to black and made sure the words would be visible to you this time but I haven't ever been good with pen or paint, for that matter which is why you'd find all my drawings, just drawings. Mere cracked walls waiting for flowers to bloom.