Shades Of Red Poem by Eugenia Dubinova

Cherries, pomegranates,
all colors of red.
And five hundred fifty-five seconds.
That's how I see color as number.
That's what I see on my palms,
with eyes that are fighting for courage.
That's how much time I will need to let you know
that I am heading home.

Winds on this way stand tall, swirling rose petals,
with crimson shadows blowing my back, singing: You, your vermilion dreams,
your carmine devotion, your scarlet hopes.
Dream, child, dream not alone,
dream with all shades of red, with all shades of love.

So I dreamt, feverishly, in all firebrick agony.
Became ash, with no shade of five.
And when the windy shadows cried over my soot, I was reborn.
‘You will be a phoenix, you will now find your way home'.