Crimson Awakening

In the depths of crimson, a spark is lit, A flame that flickers, yet never quits. Green tendrils stretch, like morning dew, As orange whispers secrets, anew. The canvas breathes, a living thing, Pulsating with life, as colors sing. In vibrant hues, emotions unfold, A dance of feelings, young and old. The artist's touch, a gentle breeze, That stirs the soul, and calms the seas. In this abstract world, we find our way, Through the swirling colors, night and day. A journey inward, to the heart's core, Where emotions flow, and love is born once more.