Flurries through thickness,
Distinct upon many.
It gushes as blood,
Bright; agony full.
As roses it wanders,
Worn by us; grown by many.
Stains, unclean,
Permanent upon many things.
Wine red with beauty,
Alcohol full and of drunken minds it brings.
Delicacy it is,
Of all most love related.
Bright and beautiful,
It glows free with feeling.
Red, the colour of all...
