Poetry

Red: rage or something else?

Red is a rose that flows in the wind; it carries a scent that calms a storm.

It stalks you with great ruby eyes watching your every move.

It tastes like sweet ginger tea and fresh wine in the morning.

It protects us from the evil spirits known as black. 

And it awakens us from a deep slumber of confusion.

Yes; red is a color of rage, but it can also mean peace.