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The sky that night was alight with more than red hues than have ever been granted names, yet not so much that the soul cannot appreciate them all at once.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 18, 2020.
It was the red of wedding carnations, a pop of colour in the grey.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 18, 2020.
Red is luck, red is romance, red is hearth and home.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 18, 2020.
Red is the bloom of poppy meadows, of the silken petals that sail upon the updraft winds.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 18, 2020.
Red was the mittens that warmed my hands and the bonny scarf too, for in those days of snow-spun white I was the wintry bloom.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 18, 2020.
The red of those homely walls warmed my heart at first sight.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 18, 2020.
That red bedroom was the chamber of my heart.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 18, 2020.