Red
As delicate as a rose
But as hard as a brick
Is the color Red.
With it's bright, light,
And dark shades
It's beauty or humble color
Depending upon whom is looking at it
It's the color of love
From deep within the heart
But it is also the color of hatred
From deep within the blood
With it's glory it does shine
But it also bows down under its pains
It touches the most delicate things like
Cherries, Strawberries, Love, and Roses
Yet it also has painted many things
Rotten with its torch like flame
War, Anger, Blood, Pain
So when you speak of the color Red
Do you speak of its Glories
Or of its Pains?
Poetry Corner
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