Blood Is Red
under the cyprus
swirling starry night
night breeze impregnating
the warmth
drizzling
thoughts of love
end of a journey
blood is red
black or white
yellow or brown
why do we
we who were
are the same no longer
my voice parts the wind
serenades her ears
tiny ring shining
in the vibrant stars
i hold her in my arms
and kiss her thoughts
at the bay of our lips
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