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Blood
Scarlet and white
Scarlet and white.
A spray of delicate drops
On the harsh snow.
No one asked
For the artful display.
No one admired it either.
No, not a single
Person paused to look,
To appreciate,
To understand.
Why do people fear me so?
I am the elixir of life,
And yet I am the symbol of death.
What do you fear
In a bit of harmless red?
If not for me,
The cold would sting you,
The wind would bite you,
The sun would wither you.
When I am gone,
You are without life,
Without warmth,
Without humanity.
Embrace that which you have been
Blessed with.
Scarlet and white.
A spray of delicate drops
On the harsh snow.
No one asked
For the artful display.
No one admired it either.
No, not a single
Person paused to look,
To appreciate,
To understand.
Why do people fear me so?
I am the elixir of life,
And yet I am the symbol of death.
What do you fear
In a bit of harmless red?
If not for me,
The cold would sting you,
The wind would bite you,
The sun would wither you.
When I am gone,
You are without life,
Without warmth,
Without humanity.
Embrace that which you have been
Blessed with.
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