Red

LISTEN TO WHILE YOU READ…

As Fire passes through her Veins…

She Thinks of Future Memories…

Those Yet to be Born

Her Heat Casts a Red Haze before her

Soon she’ll find herself in the heat of Passion…

The home of the Unplucked Flower…

Red in Color…

Bright in Depth

Those around her beg her to take pause…

They Yearn to Cool Her…

But She Yearns to Burn

They Play it Safe

Where she is undone

And yet reformed as a Phoenix from it’s Ashes

Undone…

But not unsung

For she wears her Purity like a Magnificent Hat…

Made of Brightly Lit Feathers

Ones of Passion

Ones of Love

Ones of Aching Truths yet to be known…

And yet

She is Serene…

And the others are but the Powder Blue Sky…

Where is her soul…

Her… Hearts and Truths

Have yet to be Truly Plucked…

By Life…

Love…

Or the Trivial Myths of Time, Creation, or Arts

That are Red

That are…

Passion

Desire…

And Exploration of ones Inner Most…

Self

DarkJade-

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3 Responses to “Red”

  1. reminding me of . . . gilda . . . sometimes known as “red” . . . and for a while . . . mrs. orson wells . . . rita hayworth . . . i like it . . . rm

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