Vertical Rebellion

In the quiet chaos of lines, a rebellion stirs, A symphony of red and white, a dance of fire and light. Vertical threads of defiance, reaching for the sky, A silent scream of freedom, a soul's unyielding cry. Each line a story, each intersection a choice, A tapestry woven from the threads of time and voice. The red burns bright, a beacon of passion and might, While the white whispers, a calm in the endless night. You stand before this canvas, a mirror of your own, For in its lines, you see the battles you have known. The struggle, the rise, the fall, the relentless climb, A journey etched in every stroke, in every design. This art is not just colors, not just shapes and forms, It is the pulse of life, the rhythm of our storms. Let it resonate within you, let it guide your way, For in its rebellion, you find your own today.