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Describing one of the primary paints... |
| Red is the brightness of cherries Tart on the tongue, Glossy and smooth. It is the sweetness of strawberries Picked fresh from the field. It is the merriness of Christmas Wrapped up in bowes. Yet a passion also stirs Hot and vibrant Sensual and pliant. Fiery depths can be reached As tempers are stirred and unleashed Blood can be spilled Worlds can be caught And flung into chaos. Visions of hate are as ripe As the visions of love The two sit side by side Polar opposites... but the common thread is The depth of emotion That is brought to light With the intrinsic powers of a brilliant red. 23 lines. Prompt for: Jan 15, 2016 (fyn) ▶︎ |