Luiza De Mesquita
Crimson Bird - Poem by Luiza De Mesquita
Feet that tear at granite rocks
Of life's uneven shoals...
Tearing feet shed tears of blood
And, shedding, blood with the salt flood
Yet so vast are your own waters,
Your teeming salt solution,
That in them my blood's mere dilution. Nameless in that unmeasured flow,
Such blood is what you'll never know. While wild and sharp and fuming and ablaze
This crimson, overflowing bird of mine soars away.
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