Red Veronika Leshko
Crimson, burgundy, and maroon, What do all those shades remind you of? Tomatoes or cherries, roses or ladybugs? All I see is blood.
Bloody soldiers, bloody mothers and wives, Traumatized children, and a blood-soaked land, Red Rosaries in the hands of newly deceased Christians, And homes turned to nothing but rubble and dust. Red used to symbolize love and family Now, all I see are those young men fighting in the East, For if we were not this resilient, if we were weak and puny, Europe would not be the same as it is now.
Every day is a powerful reminder. The gates of Europe have always been red— Breathtakingly beautiful yet painful shades Shall always be reminders of my blood .
Fire | Joey Davide | Photography
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