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Little Red
When words become meaningless,
left to ponder, setting them adrift
over yonder, till meeting the horizon
and joining of the sun with it's warmth
all aglow from lands frequented on each
returning day we breathe love into.
Words exchanged, bartered,
sold on silence
I am the beauty in their absence
finding you speechless.
Red be the colour of my tone that
does rejoice in giving credence
awaiting touch
this acceptance
my love for you
clear to see.
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