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Describing the colour red to a blind person

It feels like blood, slithering down It is sometimes hot, sometimes warm. Acrid maybe, or a pungent smell, Once recognised, it isn’t hard to tell. It could burn your tongue; or be completely sweet, It is festive and happy, like a child’s treat. You can hear it rushing, like a city bus, You can hear it soaring in a robin’s flight, The sign of danger, cautioning your tread,

This is how it looks, the colour red.