Deepest red,
It glistens
in the light;
Crimson red,
It is my blood
That coats her
Ruby lips,
I long to taste them;
To taste us.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
Red.
Deepest red,
It glistens
in the light;
Crimson red,
It is my blood
That coats her
Ruby lips,
I long to taste them;
To taste us.
