Crimson In Sunshine Or In Shadow
A vision, crimson wave
full of laughter pushing through
manor shore, stunning roses
in its beauties grace flew.
Yesterday not forgotten
lay infectious from bottom blossom,
up like leaves in autumn
sun's shadow playing possum.
Fragrance braced the darkest
harvest night with a tempest to rouse
liven faces of lace in this very placed
time in space allows
Love of yesterday's grace,
crimson harvest lay in drink
of the evening chill
as it grows misty in a blink
4/9/2018
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