The Color Red
Rosy cheeks of maidens fair
Leaves swaying in the breeze
Scarlet ruby slippers
The red lips of a tease
A dying gasp of sunset
The thorny rose’s crown
Blood spilt on the tablecloth
A taffeta ball gown
Cherries in the orchard
Robin’s downy breast
Taillights on the highway
Corrections on a test
The crispness of an apple
Anger in your eyes
A single poppy blossom
The depths of wartime skies
Passion of the deepest sort
Vibrant Christmas wreaths
Octagonal director
And flesh that lies beneath
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