Sandra Kelley

(May 27,1999 / Waco, Texas)

Rough Draft of Red


Red,
What is Red?
is it the embarrassed expression that makes
you blush lightly
or is it the dark deep blush on your cheeks when
you are happy

The Mother of pink
The color of a sweet soft roses meaning love
The color of love itself
The color of blood in your veins
The color of anger
The color of Ares, god of war
or The color of war as it is

I could go on forever naming
the sweet color Red
but would it do me good
when you yourself can find Red on your own
in an emotion, expression, and all around you

Listen to the soft whisper of Red
around you
What does it tell you?
What does Red mean to you?

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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so if youve read Red then you kinda understand the story

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