Red
a selfish caress to the strange
a fist from another lover's rage
take heed to those signs of change
maybe not by chance joy becomes the wage
in the eternal counsel of the sage
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Contest: Color My Mood
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Poem posted: 05.25.25
Copyright © Rob Carmack | Year Posted 2025
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