Monday, August 08, 2005

...RED...

As she breathed deeply into the scented rose,
she remembered his words:
Only you, dear Ruby, are my love,
my life, the flower of my dreams,
the fire in my heart.

And she blushed as she gazed
into the flaming sunset,
the cherry blossoms wafting
onto her russet locks.

**********
Olivia Klonaris, 1994

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

ruby?
V.

Olivia said...

V, what's wrong with Ruby?
Looky - all the imagery is RED....

Olivia said...

And another thing...How did I write this 11 years ago??? I was only 17, I didn't know anything.

Jackal said...

Tender

Olivia said...

Yes, I always get a dreamy feeling when I read it.

Anonymous said...

sorry, my first thought was the name of a person because it was capitalized. It occured to me after I send the message that I got it all backwards.

vanessa

Olivia said...

Aie! Vanessa, yes Ruby is a person. :P

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