-Anshudha Garimella
I have known Red to be the embodiment of-
All things that come out of passion
Love, Lust, Desire, Rage
It is not just my blood that is red
But my dreams and emotions too
The deeper I feel the deeper the red becomes
It is all Red
Love, desire, passion, rage
And as light turns to night
The red gets darker and darker
My days start with a warm red glow the faintest red the blush of dawn
Soft to the touch, soft light
Then the day turns bright and the roses look more vibrant under the golden sun
As the day starts to wither on the vine
The sky takes a grenadine shine
The red gets darker and darker until it ends up in aging wine
I have grenadine memories tonight
All the moments I cherish are deep and sweet
Rich and sensual
As I remember the sunlit summer
The sun-kissed poems and the taste of summer sunshine
I breathe in grenadine memories
My dreams look like sunshine
my memories too
No summer withers on the vine
If I can keep it alive in my mind
Nothing is elusive if you don’t chase it
If I accept love and happiness to be mine
Instead of chasing it tonight
No grenadine beauty will elude me come morning light.
Red is my color
So being passionate is part of my art,
I bleed 🩸 just like Jesus did-
Right from the jump start!
“I’m inspired by words”
Thank You 🙏🏾-
Adam
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