In the silent chambers where hearts reside,
Crimson rivers flow with a rhythmic tide.
Through tunnels unseen, they weave and wind,
A symphony of life, so intricately designed.
Pulses echo in the quiet night,
Veins whisper secrets, hidden from sight.
Each beat a promise, a dance of grace,
Connecting all in a warm embrace.
A tapestry of life, woven with care,
In hues of red, beyond compare.
Blood, the silent keeper of life’s song,
Guiding us gently, where we belong.
In every drop, a story unfolds,
Of ancient journeys, of tales untold.
Through the crimson, life finds its way,
A river eternal, come what may.