In the chime of pleasant red,
where sunsets softly tread,
a melody hums through the air,
painting whispers, vivid and rare.
Crimson waves on autumn leaves,
dance to the rhythm the wind weaves.
A scarlet thread through twilight's seam,
a tender glow, a velvet dream.
Ruby moments in fleeting skies,
where every shade of scarlet lies,
the warmth of dusk, a silent hymn,
a fleeting fire on the horizon's rim.
Oh, chime of red, your gentle spell,
tells the stories the heart can't quell.
In your embrace, the world feels whole,
a vivid hue for a weary soul.
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