In the quiet of the night, beneath the moon’s gentle glow,Rivers of red whisper secrets only the heart can know.Pulsing through the veins, a silent symphony it creates,Binding life to love, as destiny patiently waits.Each drop a universe, a story told in crimson hues,Ancestral echoes calling from distant, forgotten views.With every heartbeat, a tale of survival and grace,An endless journey, etched upon the human race.The dance of blood, a timeless waltz, unseen yet profound,Connecting souls, weaving dreams in the spaces unbound.In moments of despair, it fuels the courage to stand,In the tapestry of existence, it lends a guiding hand.So when you feel the pulse of life beneath your skin,Remember the silent song that always lies within.For in its rhythm, find the strength to weather any storm,Embrace the dance of blood, where life and hope are born.