Soft Red

Red, the color of ripe apples,
Strawberries, red lights;
The garish red of a new car.
The red-orange cloud-line
When the sun down dips.
Oh, but is there a red star,
Red days, or red nights?
No, and no red surpasses
The soft red of your lips.

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