Love in Red

From the farthest corner of my prison shell

I saw the color Red.

They say Red is deathly and yet,

ask me what it denotes.

 Of flowers and love,

of romances and wine,

of happy spirits and hearty smiles,

of new beginnings and secrets untouched.

Ask me what it denotes.


I still remember the day that I saw her;

Love- covered in Red'

With the sparkly giggle and silly talk,

her hair covered in red as her cheek.

Could they have seen these tears?


 Who says Red is all blood?

To some its love

To some its blood.

The End

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