Red petals flock unceasing to,
The unquelled gash upon the heart,
All this poured out and rashly spent,
Though I am lighter by a measured glass.
Scarlet carnations bloom.

Fun with frames,
Unchiselled into rougher shapes,
Refined into the impression of a movement,
Self-controlled to sit in neatly squares,
An homage to prior pieces,
Made alive with dancing symbol now to dance.

Bellowing fan,
Cheeks red with robotic revving,
Spewing out a furious gust,
Beeping at the slightest tickle,
Turning green when gearing up,
To bellow out some firm air cylinders,
Faster now,
More furious soon,
And again just as it was before.