The red wall

Drenched in red
The bleeding wall stands
A screen for life
That unfolds in all colors.

The daisy yellow days
The blue pouring from the skies
And the earth reaching for the skies
Of dust storms, tornadoes and exploding earth
Molten fire and frozen emotions
Bruised scars and long shadows
Dusky paths with twilight glows
Frozen battered spirits
Unaffected by summer winds
Slabs of ice
That fail to wake up to spring
And lie frozen with the trapped battered spirits

The red wall still stands
The blood that starts and ends it all
Witnesses the unfolding and the wrapping up
And stays there true to the red
That holds it all within.

-arthi
26 April 2013

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