367 – Red
The loss
Of young girl’s innocence.
The taste
In a fighter’s lips.
The song
In a heart’s desire.
The stains
In a butcher’s hands.
The light
In a sunset’s dream.
The fear
In a prey’s escape.
The joy
In a child’s embrace.
The pool
In a soldier’s fall.
The scent
In a lover’s rose.
The burn
In a bullet’s bite.
All here,
All now,
All everything,
All emptiness.
All red.
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