The Crimson Tide

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In nature’s sacred, monthly chore,
A crimson river, forever more.
A tribute to the pain and grace,
Of the cycles that all women face.

Nature’s art, a vivid hue,
A choreography known to few.
The ebb and flow, the crimson bloom,
A tale of strength in every womb.

In this ode to nature’s plan,
The pain and power, hand in hand.
A homage to the trials faced,
In every woman, strength encased.

In menses’ dance, we find the song,
Of nature’s rhythm, strong and long.
An ode to the cycle, pain, and art,
A tribute to every woman’s heart.