Red

There are three colores,
Each a meaning,
in its own,
a little more important,
Than the rest.

White is calm, white is blank,
white is pure and white is clean,
white is the color of doves,
white is the color of here and there,
white is pure.

Black is dark, black is full,
Black is absent and black is stained,
Black is the color of night,
Black is the color of life and death,
Black is dark.

There is one other to say,
The one that flows within,
This color is not white,
but it is pure,
this color is not black,
But it is dark,

This color is all,
It is calm, it is blank,
It is dark, it is full,
both pure and stained,
clean and absent,
it is life it is death,
it is here and it is there,
this is the color,
of everything,

It is red.

poem by Rebecca Adams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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