Red With Blood

After the coarse and dry winter
After all the white snow and all the cold
Spring came with a joyous whirl
Sweeping me off my feet
I saw the garden burst in bloom
All red and more red roses
So pretty a sight, as the winds tickle them by
Giggling, laughing and dancing
Together we welcomed the sunny days
Held the beautiful sights in our mind’s eye
But see closely, if you may
The red turned redder still
The color started dripping from the flowers
All of a sudden a realisation dawned
The red was not the colour but the blood itself
As the red from the flowers faded
They died and decayed in the course of the day
What was left was just the red
Flowing, dripping, colouring everything

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