Red Amongst Dust

Amidst the old frames, a canvas still glows,

vivid vermillion, fierce as it shows.

A splash of the past in a flea market haze,

a stark reminder of vibrant displays.

Chipped and forgotten, yet breathing anew,

it sings to the heart, with stories to pursue.

The brush strokes dance, like the fire in me,

as memories linger, raw as can be.

With every glance deeper, the color unfolds,

a voice in the silence, a warmth that it holds.