The grass upon this meadow,
dew with small drops of blood,
a sea of red and green
an envy among all who wish to lie Within the meadow Crimson,
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In the meadow of the crimson I have just traveled. A unique land all of its own. With powers far and wide renowned, The name will always stick upon my mind. With intrigue I have been sucked in. For some reason I can't let go. And I don't know why. Withs words upon a fish hook I have been baited and caught. Struggle as I may, as I might. It is still such a good write.
very nice..I love the title too... at last, finding crimson in the meadow.... wonderful picture flashing....
Nice. Your faires shall frolick in peace and happiness in your crimson meadow.
this is amazing, i can picture the scene in my mind. i love it, where this breathtaking talent come from, my dear? keep writing because your poetry is a beautiful addiction...