Roses stand out and with their potent red hues.
Flushed faces when attacking opposing views,
My heart swells with the revolution’s call,
With red flags fluttering, strong and tall.
How can one not be enraptured
By red, the color that captures
Every bold and fiery being and ideal?
Even without sight, red is something to feel.
But steady, my affinity for the color starts to crack
As my teacher sadly hands my test back.
Post written by Franky Padilla