The Color Red - Poem by Tyler Ivanoff
Red reminds me of the war long ago
All the blood soaked in the snow.
The smell of burning flesh
Surrounded by a wire mesh
All hope is lost without death
But the bombs soon do arrive
Still some are still alive.
I get back up my will to live
Is so great it can’t be killed.
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