Imagine waking up and seeing a red morning ... seeing your flowers filled with bouquets that you owe ... with flowers that you owe to you ... all red and those painted with the paint of the morning ..
Imagine your wardrobe to open and there is no other red garment .. come red bird on the balcony singing red purpose ..
You come to breathe life and see her roll red as well as blood on red streets.
Imagine a love at last red to take you away .. with a red boat to build you .. red bout to push red dreams sails ..
Red truths rising with the sun. Reds incongruously commit suicide by dying in red water.
Imagine a red rain to cry so you never have to tear yourself ...
Imagine...