Like the red of the licorice flower.
The lusciousness of it drew all the senses in.
To partake in its beauty and be drunk.
Drunk in all the dreams that it provides, tainted with that glaring red.
The passion, the vivaciousness, the intensity, immensity of all condenses into a rich red pearl.
It represents you, or does it in the other way? Or really, what other ways can I describe this thing, this sensation which send me to another realm?
Perhaps still, there might be many…
Alas, I paled so much before this licorice flower…
A butterfly flirted there for a little while, but flutter then away to another place, for its beauty was too much…