Crimson Echoes
Reflection
In the crimson embrace of lips, a world unfolds,
A canvas of passion painted with hues of fire and ice.
The mouth, a portal to the soul, whispers secrets untold,
Its curves and contours, a symphony of desire.
The splashes of color, like a tempest unleashed,
Dance across the canvas, a rebellion of form.
The blue and red, a dialogue of contrasts,
Speak of duality, of light and shadow's embrace.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror,
Reflecting the viewer's own inner flame.
The tension in the lines, the boldness in the strokes,
Invoke a transformation, a journey to reclaim.
For in every brushstroke lies a story,
A tale of passion, pain, and power.
The mouth, a vessel of expression,
A gateway to the soul's unspoken hour.
Let this image be your guide,
A beacon in the storm of your own making.
For in the crimson echoes of this art,
You will find the strength to sing your own song.