Jan 27
It smells of sharp metal.
Flows thick and heavy.
It is war and love.
Conjured by the strongest of emotions.
The most violent of passions.
Courage and revenge.
Danger and desire.
Red is smooth intensity.
Red is a ruthless fever,
Of pain and pleasure.
It is sensual, all consuming.
Red is seething heat.
Red, Is, Power.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesia365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
