The Color Red
Posted on Jun 29th, 2008
by 
elisa
elisa
Fire Trucks
Canna lily fire
Liquid blue drops of the sky
Cascading down
Pools of light
Rushing thru the valley
Lush with green
Waves of sound
Your jacket rustles
Next to mine
On the ground
At the center
Of me
I know
The Color Red
--by elisa
Canna lily fire
Liquid blue drops of the sky
Cascading down
Pools of light
Rushing thru the valley
Lush with green
Waves of sound
Your jacket rustles
Next to mine
On the ground
At the center
Of me
I know
The Color Red
--by elisa
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August 2008 
I remember all the blue bicycles, the ones with metalic blue, cool like my friends were then but me, no I wasn't cool and instead of blue my bike was hot red. Every now and then I would think that I too should like blue, to be cool, to be one with the others. But I had already chosen and red was my color.
“Pools of light
Rushing thru the valley”
Is that what we are? It seems like it and it's just a matter of what color the light is that we reflect.