Jubilee Cheung - Red

Red

Red is a withered rose
Lying on the street
Red is the gentle whisper
Floating through the sleet.

Red is the always
Watchful pulsating sun
Red is the blood
Of a battle won.

Red is the fury, is
The passion of the fight!
Red is the quiet stranger
Strolling through the night.

Jubilee Cheung

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