Her, Red
You are an art, full
a wonderful maze
The corners I'll paint
with this mischievous lips
How do I keep calm
when your sunset left a spark
And I can see your eyes
through this water paradise
May you be the storm, but
won't be fearing me to drown
The blazes amazed me
but I will never frown
To lose myself in yours
till the end of time
The red sunset is not a sin
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Poetic Intersections
PoezjaHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
