Her eyes fall on the red flag
Her sister’s faith dies away
What her swirling thoughts say
Is no more than volcanoes erupting
The distant cries act as kisses
Each headpiece thus adorned with love
There is no heed of the watchful wolf whistles
Only the silence stills the dancers
Beneath her gown her feet skip dainty pretty
Beneath her favour her heart leaps
The fear, too far away to shake her
She sways her soul to stray no more
A hundred shades of grey
Bring out the rose vermillion
A hundred cloths of ample daylight
Bring the scarlet to the freesia and the fuchsia
