Crimson

Crimson
It saunters through the earth.
Like that of a beating heart.

Like blood splattered on battlefield,
Like burnt pecan on snowy hill,

Like the taste of lava in the world,
Like the smell of death to the sword

Crimson
I saunter through the earth.
Like that of a beating heart

– Bushra Alam

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