A work of art

A dark room, a stubborn thought

Pestering and tormenting

It racks your brain

Like the shelf that holds a heart

A red dab on a palette

As the crimson swirls around

Blood and wine

Flooding the fields

With grazing memories

And thoughts to cleanse

That bitter taste in your mouth

As you go for a darker shade

While the sun tries to hide

And the day once more

Comes to an end

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