Sammy S. Quence

The Vain Of Blood - Poem by Sammy S. Quence

Red is the color of hearts
Though some of them are very dark
Red as the wine
That we sit here and drink tonight
Red as a rose
Well at least it was red till I touched it, and it turned black

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 11, 2009

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