Crimson red is the color of passion.
Passion is everywhere around us.
The feeling comes from deep inside.
The feeling of passion about something is something is strong.
It’s a sensation that will never go away.
I am a very passionate person and I care about everyone and everything.
The world means too much to me and it makes me feel alive.
I like to watch the crimson red skies first thing in the morning.
And again, during the setting sun slowly fading from the sky.
Walking along the streets at night in the city and seeing the lights all around me.
I like to see the red signs and I am slowly drawn to them.
I am also drawn to the one that I love as he is so full of passion.
Together we can love ‘til eternity.
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Tami Osburn
I am just a writer who loves to write. Please enjoy my stories and poems. You can also find me on Amazon.com as an indie writer. Look me up there as well.
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