Red is...

February 7, 2011
By Anonymous

Red is a shimmering new car
With a warm waxy hood
A blur as it drives by

Red is a crooked stop sign
The screech of wheels
The hysterical ear splitting crash

Red is a hush of a healthy heart
The reeking smell of blood worn by the pavement

Red is many scented roses
The low whispers from the mourner's lips
The moan of the organ

The author's comments:
You never know when you'll take your last breath. So live life at its fullest.

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