it's roses against a twilight sky,
and the exchange of sweet nothings.
or,
floating embers burning,
children of a dancing flame.
maybe,
it's velvet cake topped with cream-cheese icing,
baked special for a loved one.
could be,
sweet strawberries ripe on the vine,
ready for picking.
possibly,
it's a summer sunset,
scattered with cotton-candy clouds.
whatever red is,
it's my colour.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
it's roses against a twilight sky,
and the exchange of sweet nothings.
or,
floating embers burning,
children of a dancing flame.
maybe,
it's velvet cake topped with cream-cheese icing,
baked special for a loved one.
could be,
sweet strawberries ripe on the vine,
ready for picking.
possibly,
it's a summer sunset,
scattered with cotton-candy clouds.
whatever red is,
it's my colour.
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