Beautiful Red Flower Bloom

Sprinkling Fire Flower Color Red

Sparks bouncing red

Splashed instead of triggering anger

Even though burning soul poles weak

And all the power seemed to devour

Conscience did not last mumbling saturated

In a handful of shades ranging fragile

Heat to steam along a tenth

Of taste that is more boisterous rumble

Clouds of smoke is more than just a sign

You are no longer the most beautiful in the chest

Prevented when not rolling like delayed

As increasingly powerful blow struck undecided

Had believe you're the last

As the final word in all lyric

Its fingers pressed together until the day ends

Efflux for thousands of stories etched

But now just wishful tuk remembered

Besides you no longer blows the breath of calm

Almost similar to the more violent storms hit

Remove the hand is so sore you do not reoccur