The Red Velvet Mite

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Restless I remained during the rains, I Came out, didn't mind the stains, What could I do with a paralyzed mind? Nothing left in life, but not yet blind, I can see, I can feel, and I can think I have beautiful words that I can ink Words are the mirror of my thoughts Come so suddenly in the mental droughts I need an inspiration only beauty I need For beauty my never ending greed! Without any refrain and any hesitation Walking in the mud for an inspiration See a red velvet mite the crawling ruby The vagabond beauty like a naughty baby For whom you are here for a rainy date? I came at the right moment I am not late It's a beautiful time now enjoy my flirt My muddy boots and all my dirt Not for you my shocking red jewel For my needy heart I need your dwell For your oil I shall not kill you dear Be patient and get rid of the fear My paralysis is at all not physical Your beauty is enough as it's mental, Inspire me my heavenly sweetheart Could I paint you but I lack this art!

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