red
It is the color of the setting sky, aflame so fiercely it is almost impossible to falter at its magifience. The breast of a robin, dimly lit in the predawn sky. It is in the ripples of passion in raised voices and the hot blood flowing in your veins. It shines bright in plump strawberries, resting against full lips. The quiet confidence in a lion's eyes speckled among the amber in diluted shades. It is the color that fills your vision when the flames devour her and the shiny truck douses the house in water too late. It is in the sea of poppies that you bury yourself in, hiding from the pain and loss of yesterday. The sky burns with it, lighting your vision and scorching a path through the barren desert of grief. Labels: color, colors, musing, prompt, writing
Name: ☾ tanisha ☽
seraglio she says has been my official personal blogging site since 2013; you can find all my personal musings, thoughts and writings on here. i do try to update regularly but occasionally school conflicts.
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