RedA Poem by Hidden_identityThe color of suffered embarrasment hiding in the basement The tips of cupid's bows Each petal of a rose The feeling of love The ribbon around a dove The blood that drips From finger tips The color of fire that will never tire The heart that beats within The wrong marked with pen
How can a color mean so many things? Some so different A sweet rose A roaring fire It all depends on the person.... © 2010 Hidden_identityReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 8, 2010 Last Updated on July 8, 2010 AuthorHidden_identityNeverland, SCAboutI am an aspiring writer. I am currently writing about five stories right now. I would really be grateful to hear what other people have to say about them other than my family. I am a very private pers.. more..Writing
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