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Blood Red, Going Down
All across this great land
We smell the flowers fresh
In gardens everywhere
Reminds us of our flesh
Though flowers are glowing
Somewhere sadness doth seep
Somewhere red roses bloom
Blood red so he can weep
He cares not who sees him
The tears fall down like rain
Red rose not his to keep
Taps his arm for a vein
Published 3rd Jul 2016
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4th Jul 2016 4:30am
There are many methods of escape,
Through the blood is but one.
Sad ink laced with hopelessness.
Through the blood is but one.
Sad ink laced with hopelessness.
4th Jul 2016 1:35pm
10th Jul 2016 7:16am
10th Jul 2016 2:05pm
Thank you, Brad, for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my poem.
So sorry you can relate . . .
So sorry you can relate . . .
