Crimson Hues

Love this. Deserves a wider audience.

Nineteen. Forty. Seven

Trickles of purity at the source,
Meet our crimson grace,
Carrying love from one brother to the next,
From this sisters, to yours,
Fragile-strong tales of a broken youth,
Mesmerize tired eyes.

Your skies taught me shades of blue,
Contrasting starkly  against the greys of my youth,
The black of your nights reflected in my eyes,
And our light became one,
Because in-between those peaks of home,
Our heart’s collided for the very first time,
Now our struggles are one.
And our need to resist is beating strong,
Pulsating through our veins,
I know that you hear it too,
Because every time they send you up in flames,
My heart feels the warmth of the ground around you,
And waiting for you to set your roots again, I cry.
But tears are not warm when our hearts are on fire,
They settle on the peaks like snow,
Fading only when…

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Author: gogwit

One foot in Sanity, the other in the adjoining parish, usually in the vicinity of the boundary between the two but sometimes straying into the main square of either and very occasionally taking occupation of the Town Hall...

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