Red

Poetry

This forest is red.

Red tells a story.

Red.

Blood

Dripping, oozing

Draining life

Red.

Leaves

Dancing with the wind

Swaying to the rustle

Red.

Love

Full and pure

A bird, perched upon the soul

So vibrant and freeing

This forest is red.

Red tells a story.

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Kaeden

I don’t revise my writing, so pretty much everything is a first draft. I am in love with creative writing. I think writing tells so much more than a story. Writing tells the secrets of the universe. I appreciate feedback because I am still so young!