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The kind Stranger.
- Two faces colliding in the heat of melting snow
- falling with the grace of the springtime below
- thus the song flows, hear me oh souls.
- There's a carpet of Red blood
- perfectly stout in the cold
- the sun pulls free of its cave
- and Red melts to find her counter force.
- finding none moves back into its coveted contours.
- But the sun is in its prime now
- the contours are too blurry to hold
- So she cries to find her home
- A soothing hand to the shoulders
- makes her stop and see
- "oh how lucky I am"
- To find thee here!
- Rooting with the kind stranger
- Red realizes one thing
- Her contours were here all along.
- just a little deformed, not gone.
- thus the song flows, hear me oh souls.
- Hefty winds that tried to dissuade her into falling apart
- Still raged on harder now that she had friends .
- Red faltered a little in her step
- But managed to stay up as he held her hand.
- A little ways into the road
- they were anything but cold.
- like an anchor he stood
- while she bent down to tie her shoes
- She looked up to find a strange look in his eyes
- That told her he was uncertain about their ties.
- Thus the song flows, hear me oh souls.
- Red blood now Red love
- dint know where to be
- having found her strength again.
- She chose to walk his path and see.
- it was almost the same she thought.
- his and hers.
- Yet so vividly different.
- There was so much she dint know
- so much she wished to know
- but the kind stranger with familiar eyes
- told her to leave before she fell again.
- And so the song flows, dear souls.
- The snow is back ,and the cold repairs her.
- Red Blood now Strong Blood
- Decided to stay and explore
- if you must, at your own risk he said.
- She did not understand then.
- but as the clock struck again
- She found herself fall deep into a furnace,
- Apologizing for her selfless act of servitude.
- Teeth clenched, she caressed the fading fire.
- the closeness made her contours blur yet again.
- This time she was ready for the ugly wind.
- So the song flows ,hear me oh souls.
- Melting away, dreams, she of that kind stranger
- Wondering whether he's out helping another.
- A pang of jealousy hit her .
- She curbs herself, with the guilt of being nosy.
- Who he helps is none of her business she reprimanded.
- Still she couldn't digest the strange Idea.
- Ebbing away from the fading furnace.
- Strong blood went back to Red love
- in the search of her kind stranger.
- and oh so the song flows, hear me oh souls.
- Will their paths cross again or
- Was he just one of her inner fantasies on the cold nights?
- filled with questions, Red picks up her traveling bag
- Hoping to find her stranger again
- tell him, "Hold my hand kindly ,love and please don't let go this time "
- As the traveling days pass by, realization is strong to hit her,
- Stranger he remains no more ,at least not to her mind.
- And Finds she can never return home again the same.
- For Home is where ever kindness and strength is.
- Home is where ever she truly defines herself.
- And not just, where he is.
- Drowning in the deep waters, both of them
- As Floyd say, two lost souls ,become lost in their own demons.
- Again and again,
- They meet ,to hold each other up ,
- while the swim is of equal toughness on both ends.
- Chosing to hold on and beyond, while one of them chooses to drown.
- Is a disastrous method ,named as love,
- by most misguided singers.
- Hold on, only if you have the strength to pull them up.
- Not drown alongside and name it a tragedy.
- Blaming it on poor love.
- Is what Red came to an understanding.
- So hold her hand, dear boy at face,
- A beautifully artistic ,flawed simple, man inside.
- Most known men She's come across are the opposite,
- Yet his eccentricity is not the excuse, behind her love.
- Though strong she might be not anymore, she will try to be ,for him.
- Because her flaws might not outweigh his.
- Yet their presence cannot be denied.
- Try and have patience with Red, kind stranger,
- For she understands, anger takes its toll on everyone.
- Will you hold her in your embrace,
- as she tries to understand this world around her.
- Will you hold her tight in your embrace, with no space for anything else.
- But our two intertwining souls finally finding the warmth
- They've been searching all along.
- Will you hold her long and tight,
- As she finds the meaning of love within you and her and fights her mind
- and the world alongside?
- Will he ever find it in him ,to see her with certainty.
- Will he .....Does he ....She's tired of the open ended questions.
- As she runs of into the meadow,
- She wonders are these just never ending pointless words to him?
- Does it signify just vanity to him, like to the rest of the world?
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