Coral Phoenix

You asked me, Reader, in one divine moment, “What is your favorite color?” I wanted to tell you that my favorite was Coral, a friend of mine; but to describe her with a single word would surely insult the hue. The color is a phoenix, you see, born in the morning with the rising fire of the sun. When you cry, your eyes glistening, she lives and breathes in the flesh of your cheeks. The color named Red burns on forever; but it is merely the sound and fury of your heated heart. My Coral is the true quintessence of passion. She is the singer of your love song; she is the cloak of the flamingo; she is the flavor of sweet peaches on salty lips. I feel her when my soul flutters, for she is the soft pink light that warms my skin. The color is a phoenix, Reader. She dies each night, fading to ash with the setting of the sun; but she will return for her love with the coming of the dawn. 

The above was a quick thing that I wrote for AP Composition. I liked it, so I thought I’d post it.

Lovely day,

Kennedy

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou