Red Sonnet The heart leaks passion the color of red The love which inspires one to be great It’s passion which pushes one out of bed If someone can love, they also can hate To be red there must be a fire inside Like the inside of angels or devils your heart can be warm like middle July Or your heart can be cold like a pebble Red is emotion within everyone It is your choice to what red you become It lies inside until your days are done If one lived red, they would never be numb It’s the color red that fills one with love It’s the same thing which lets hate rise above Luke Trevisani ’22
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