If I were a color I would be red.
Not a pointless, dull, fierce red.
But a loving, passionate, triumphant red.
I would show my color through sweet strawberries,
juicy pomegranates and fresh cherries.
I would de the color of love that could demolish hearts
and **** the soul.
Or revive the spirit and have a romantic time.
I would be an indispensable color.
Without it, life would be boring.
I am red, and proud of it.
My first poem ever. Written back in April '09
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