Red. The colour of love, anger and me.
Red is life. Blood.
Alone I spent my last breath.
Alone in red
The color of sunrise and set.
The love for things and for man.
The love for--you
But the love is now gone-lost in the wilderness
The fire has burnt
The fire still scorches
My heart now on fire
The lost of desire
When I see the sunrise I think of you
But when the sunset arrives
I see how darkness will soon arrive
And your face lost to the desserts
I wish time would stop and allow me to live in red
And never let darkness overtake
Macbeth was a man mind till.
His wife and three witches fill
His mind now left empty
And the end lain.
In darkness a sea of red.
My red now white
My sight has died
Blinded. But still able to see
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Descend now lover.
Live around and protect.
Now surround and follow the track.
For your pleas have been heard.
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A smile and a tear
Ended the days of thy.
Or did it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem