Red.
Red is the anger steaming from your ears
Red is the pimpled skin of a ripe and juicy strawberry
Red is the lipstick shade your Grandma wore in the 80's
Red is the shiny wing shelter of a ladybird
Red is the burning taste of a chili pepper on your tongue
Red is the heavenly smell of delicate rose petals
Red is the blood spilling on the battlefields
Red is the paint that coats a London bus.
Red.
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Well conceived and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with artistic brilliance. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Braden.