I cannot answer questions
I know not answers to
But I can paint the truth
Flower flame red for you
Come with me…
Dancing in a crimson grace
A hypnotic blaze of petals
In a circle that worships light
We are the memory of red
A rhumba in your head
A bonfire in your chamber
The stitch of every silken
Thread in the flowerbed
Of your heart
The absence of blue
The absence of sadness
I am the yellow passion
That calls upon you
We write the stories to our fairytale
Together we swing in strokes of fire
That once were blue
Transformed into
Golden hot orange hues
With Winter I will keep you warm
In Spring behold the sparks we’ve found
Summer will reflect our fever
And Fall will resonate our sound
With blossoms of praise
For endless days…
I will be the burning flower in your ship
Sailing into your cloudscape
Imagination paradise
Dragonflies compose the pulse
That ancient butterflies will drum
As we hum to the beat of our desires
Burning heartthrob wildfires
Together we are…
Clapping in our thankful love
Sending grateful rhythms out
Beyond the stars above
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Image | Vladimir Kush
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