Blindness evaporating from a child's mind,
As the radius of the circle increases in the black triangle,
Little by little the white paper get soaked in red ink;
The child screamed in fear of seeing RED for the first time.
The paper cramped more and more as the graphite of the pencil got wet in red ink ,
The child feared darkness all her life;
But,
now she fears RED more ,
The cramped paper is now back to normal,
Though the redness is still constant,
And,
another thing didn't change,
The fear in her eyes,
The fear of knowing unknown.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Blindness evaporating from a child's mind,
As the radius of the circle increases in the black triangle,
Little by little the white paper get soaked in red ink;
The child screamed in fear of seeing RED for the first time.
The paper cramped more and more as the graphite of the pencil got wet in red ink ,
The child feared darkness all her life;
But,
now she fears RED more ,
The cramped paper is now back to normal,
Though the redness is still constant,
And,
another thing didn't change,
The fear in her eyes,
The fear of knowing unknown.