Sometimes, I wish the sky was red
Why is it blue, purple, or black?
Why have a rainbow after the rain and no promise of red?
Is there a favourite in the rainbow family?
I hope not because it deserves the much needed spotlight
Maybe it’s the fear that may prevail
Maybe the fear of rain turning to blood frightens many, but not me.
Or is it just too intense, such as a firestorm?
Too much for some, yet it draws me in.
We as humans get adjusted to many occurrences, and this is no different
Red is passion, fire and romance
It ignites the inspiration of life and awareness of instinct in times of question
The answers arrive right before your eyes
Let’s paint the sky red.
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