A crimson sunset, a flower ablaze
agony and passion embrace;
in the depth of their ardent caress
a child departs in a bridal dress
In her eyes, a scream is drowned,
surrounding her, a peaceful creek
can’t quench the flame that ever spreads
my flower burns in dreams denied
In fiery pride, tears turn to smoke
her lips so beautiful won’t speak
she, whose hands so tender heal the soul
no more will suffer the unrequited kiss
So downstream she glides
piece by piece the heart is torn,
as love burns and hope dies
a flower merges with the dusk
a song is lost, a star is born
Josue Vargas, 2023. All rights reserved ©
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