The sun bleeds out, a crimson tear,
Across the canvas of the day,
It paints red, for a year,
In hues of passion, I went astray.
Trauma etched its claws on souls,
Shattering dreams, once held so near,
The red I knew, turned into coals,
Leaving scars, and ashes, and fear.
But in the embers, doubts arises,
A single spark, defying fate,
The red sky fades, the morning writes,
A different chapter, on a clean slate.
For even after sunsets fade,
The skies go dark, and rain starts pouring,
Though memories echo, bittersweet,
The moon paints paths that meet.
