She ran to fields, with no one to yield;
Sobs never heard, no one really cared.
Austere or auspicious? For sure, suspicious.
She dried and her rage died.
Conflicting thought, came to nought
Painting red, better than dread.
Red ink marks, menacing work
Leaving meandering, I write wondering …
Between the reeds and her deeds,
Lay a flower wreath; a fresh air breath.
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Deep down,
Snakes danced rhythmically;
A double helix pattern rising.
Strands of DNA vibrated
When lotus petals unfolded;
Deep red rising.
Overwhelmed with love
Jubilant Inner child sang;
Gibberish to ears, message to soul.
I accepted wholeheartedly.
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You gave me a red rose
Every time to proclaim love.
I blushed red and gushed,
Remembering the day
We stepped into an arranged marriage.
Honest as always,
You declared your gratitude
To the flower seller –
His only stock of red roses.
I chose the vermilion, instead.
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