Originally written spring 2011
It is raining
In a garden full of roses
A few kisses by Fire
A few blushing Pink
A few sunlit yellow
One pure white
One just barely blooming
Turning out to be a beautiful hue.
The impossible shade of bright blue
A gardener comes
With his tools wet by the rain
He slips
And Nips the Blue Rose
Kills
The Blue Rose
He slips further
His hand cut by the thorns
His blood sprays the ground
Where the White Rose lay
From the blood comes
The WildFlower.
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Luna By The Lake With Cake 
🌹🦋🌹A🦋little🌹masterpiece🦋🌹🦋
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