Red is My Rain
You, woman,
are a pink rock,
shadowed above,
shot still with man’s urges;
he who plays beauty
as drunk lazy want.
Sweet on smooth skin,
he fiddles deliriously,
mad as boiled sea.
Blue diamond smells time.
She storms less like lust
but sees how like wax the suit,
a purple lie of sordid rust.
The Oracle Speaks here.
Tao Talk 
Wow! You had a real puzzle to put together with this one, Lisa. Well done.
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Dwight, I appreciate you taking the time to put the puzzle together. It means a lot.
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You are welcome.
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That’s the song I immediately thought of too. Great minds! (K)
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Indeed <3
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A very intriguing poem Li.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome 🙏🏼
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I really enjoyed this ensemble- the poetry and the complimentary song choice was a very tidy package. Excellent.
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Thank you very much, V.
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There’s such depth of soul in your poem, Lisa. Superb song/version pairing!
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Steve, many thanks to you. I was going to add an HD version of PG’s original but I liked this trio singing and representing.
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My pleasure, Lisa. Good call on the video choice. I’d not seen that one before. An excellent collaboration.
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