Red is the color of horror
A scream of slaying blood
An ocean full of drowning
Children in a flood
Red is the color of the sun and fire
A running car in the desert
Impeded by a flat tire
Red is the color of a sunny day shout
Red can be a bright warm day, no doubt
Red can be a day of death
Held underwater without breath
Red is the color of a volcano's lava
A small child's adoration of its mama
Red is the ruler of the earth
And the happiness at birth
A rose may be the smell of red
Held by widows of the dead
Red can be your memories of being a child
Or the relenting of your heart with a smile
You may connect red with feelings of dread
But when you really take a look, red is just red
11/1/98
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
