Red roof's illusion.

(Pic from Magpie Tales)

Common, all red similar pattern

the man who bends matters

for he knows, there is a lantern

unique in all huts, they scatters,

                                                                        Light

light for life that toiled,

every second and soiled,

 the white clothing that coined,

                           persona

 persona, now untied, they rest

dreaming greenery to have everything best

believing wise men and words in text

the red roof erases gender conceit

                                  illusion,

the seed of life,

then again hallucination

but the man who bends and blends,

knows the secret of emancipation

he has the fruit of vision.