The blemishes of an untouched petal.
Rouge is its taint of beauty
Green sprouts its life; bountiful
Sweet ivory bursts forth out of its soul
Mahogany savors the pleasure of its wilting fate
As purple stands boldly and triumphantly in the face of its perfect adversity
A lively canvas, this bunch, daring its viewer to avert her gaze
Gaping open in the vulnerability of an unkind atmosphere, it shall never part from here
It challenges even its Creator's vast spectrum of paints on His pallet
Never stifling its creativity for the likes of one
It only blooms for its own satisfaction
Loving everything perceived as its faults
The blemishes of an untouched petal.
-- Written: February 14, 2009 in the hour of 3:00 pm (how ironic)
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