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Red is the whisper of wild roses in bloom,
the echo of hearts in a lover’s room.
It dances on lips and the sky at dusk,
a flame in the dark, both fierce and hushed.

Red is longing, a silent scream,
the edge of passion, the trace of a dream.
It bleeds in sunsets, bold and bright—
the soul of fire, dressed in light.

Photos: Petr Sofroňk

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Tomas

Aww 👍👏❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🌹