Its fire breathing life

Catching my eye

The color, the vibrancy

The red may never die

But die it must as we all do

From red to brown goes it’s hue

A tear drops

Without the attraction

But the tear rolls through

The fraying edges

Recapturing the passion

Decomposition

A return to life

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

And so I hold you

No matter what you look to a few

To me, I see the beauty in you

#Nostr #poetry