That Crimson light an idyll in my
Dreams of long before
A swathe a flush of fire glow
A rubescence at its core
A warmth a carmine cosiness
Magenta at its heart
The muse would choose the blush the flush
Of romance to impart
If a picture paints a thousand words
It matters not to me
For all I want or ever want
Is a joyous day for thee x
To Lisa
just lovely
(¸.•´ . ❤*¸.•”¯)
I am not morbid it’s just I write about morbid things
Animals rights but I must pick out some beauty too and express that
Emotion through my musings thanks Lisa x