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Sunday, December 4

Shades of Red


Red are the eyes
That have been moved to tears
Crimson is the love
Which transcends all fears

Admitted a mistake
Ignored, pardoned a Folly
With Scarlet words you used
That are coated with honey

Vermillion is the glow
Of a love that burns
Which is always rekindled
At the place, where we return




A sofa of memories,
In a place where we always dine
With a pigment of love,
A shade they call Carmine





~my entry to Magpie Tales


photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin c/o Tess Kincaid


5 comments:

린코 said...

cheesy....

glentot said...

Did you write this? If yes, (and I'm not bullshitting you), it's my new favorite.

"Vermillion is the glow
Of a love that burns
Which is always rekindled
At the place, where we return"

SOLID!!!

Nate said...

@glen: awe.. thanks!! yup, i made the poem.. :)

Anonymous said...

love.

i find a post beautiful with words, with different shades of a single color...

-the geek

Nate said...

@geek: aww.. thanks for the kind words.. that, coming from you, means a lot.. :D

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