All Blood Is Red. All Bones Are White. All Sweat Is Golden. For It Is Not The Color Of Our Skins, Bu
There might exist eyes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this fathomlessly eclectic Universe,
There might exist hair; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this boundlessly virile Universe,
There might exist skin; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this mystically resplendent Universe,
There might exist lips; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this unbelievably emollient Universe,
But. All blood is Immortally Red; All bones are Symbiotically White. All sweat is Perseveringly Golden. For it is not the color of our spuriously shriveled skins; but the Omnipotently inexhaustible spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.
1.
There might exist eyelashes; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this handsomely majestic Universe,
There might exist desires; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this triumphantly effulgent Universe,
There might exist victory; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this pristinely priceless Universe,
There might exist fantasy; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this magically mitigating Universe,
But. All blood is Poignantly Red; All bones are Celestially White. All sweat
is Holistically Golden. For it is not the color of our sporadically extinguishing skins; but the regally Omnipresent spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.
2.
There might exist noses; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory
of this ecstatically mesmerizing Universe,
There might exist destiny lines; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of this brilliantly undaunted Universe,
There might exist eyebrows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this unceasingly proliferating Universe,
There might exist brains; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this miraculously blessed Universe,
But. All blood is Unitedly Red; All bones are Impeccably White. All sweat is
Timelessly Golden. For it is not the color of our penuriously squeamish skins; but the insuperably Omniscient spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.
3.
There might exist shadows; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this victoriously gargantuan Universe,
There might exist freedom; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this unflinchingly intrepid Universe,
There might exist melody; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this perennially virgin Universe,
There might exist beauty; in an infinite shades and shapes on the trajectory of
this unconquerably unfettered Universe,
But. All blood is Inimitably Red; All bones are Heavenly White. All sweat is Gloriously Golden. For it is not the color of our intermittently wailing skins; but the unsurpassably untamed spirit to live and let live; which is perpetually sacred within.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on September 28, 2019
Modified on April 14, 2023
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Characters | 2,916 |
Words | 460 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1 |
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