Crimson’s Protest (Poem)
Crimson isn’t always so red Sometimes It isn’t Blazing at all. That flame of life as Vibrancy fades Is preceded by far less Brilliant Green which Holds real growth and life. Leaves Burst into Fluttering reflections The warm sun and the blue sky Join in This their Child: the lifegiver. Which somehow as it dies… Read More Crimson’s Protest (Poem)