Red
A fury a force,
victorious in vibrance
with grace it glows in glory
It blushes
mourning the dead with its presence
looked like there were buckets of oceans thrown from the skies
arise
With the color, the brightens my eyes.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Red
A fury a force,
victorious in vibrance
with grace it glows in glory
It blushes
mourning the dead with its presence
looked like there were buckets of oceans thrown from the skies
arise
With the color, the brightens my eyes.
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