Keep on calling thy name in the dream,
I fell for thou and can't turn back.
Thy red hair were my craze and the beam,
Guiding me out of deadly doom ov crack.
I confide in thou, whispering my words,
The future will be bright for the faithful,
If thou trust me, nothing really hurts,
Watch golden dust of love in the handful.
Roots of truth grow in bloody soil,
Tiny red drops heal thy heart.
Crimson passion reload the soul,
You need to believe in who thou art.
Colours may differ on the news,
Ask intuition what is lie or sooth.
Truth Rose Sonnet
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