Rivers of Love
red is like the petal of a flower
like rain on a sunny day small areas of showers
red is like pillow stuffed feathers to complete
the texture too soft and plain to see
red is like a tear that falls on the side of a face
wiped many times but without a trace
covered by the emotions of rivers part
red is the beat of a human heart
close nit tight but never bitter alone
how comforting this red can be on the other end of a phone
listen to red and how red explains to thee
oh beauty through songs red has its on symphony
loud and peaceful red rings and beats
the pace of drums in the Sarah Deserts heat
in the heat of the day red changes with weather
like curtains in a window red sealed letter
smelling fragrances associated with red
dandelions jasmines roses
red is like the senses in the soft canal of the nose and
every part of the soul
red is young red is old
red captivates its connection to us all
red kisses hugs expands its own call
sun rays red days
releasing its grace
red is red is today
a place were many will say
like meditation mind free kneel to pray
red is here red is every were
red pays attention and i never scared
let red be who red is called to be
red is definitely a description in me
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