Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Red

I am the tart raspberry you taste in your mouth, the autumn leaf swaying to the ground and the glistening red diamond sparkling in the sunset sky on a still afternoon. I am a silky red rose hanging on a stem, a deep red lipstick rubbed onto someone's mouth and the juicy watermelon filling my mouth with delicious food. The snazzy red shoes walking along the footpath, the sour pomegranate seeds crunch in my mouth, I'm a tiny red toadstool planted in the ground and a soft warm coat hanging up against the coat rack in a toasty warm house.

By Ella Fairbairn 

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