Serenity is a notion
That ripples across
The sacred scarlet sky.
And, In the tears
Of those longing for love
The atmosphere is
Reflected as a crimson beauty.
Priceless liquid rubies
Their cries become
Yet, they are nothing more than jewels
That lack a fortune substance.
I invoke that you
Steal the color from the atmosphere
And brand yourself a
Scarlet crimson rose.
For one day someone will see
The jewels that lies within your eyes.
They will find themselves fortunate
And sacred serenity will still be a notion;
As it ripples across the beautiful tearless sky.
~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~
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