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Smokey Rose
There once was a rose
Upon a garden of green waves and melty blue skies s
shining upon the gleaming water spraying from a hose—Beautiful gold sunflowers folding into white lies, hiding its face away from the stare of the all encompassing eye
The rose grew apart from the others
Room to compare left empty upon its divinity Papered tips of gold and red in a windy dance Roots furrow into the plush ground to an unseen infinity
Thus the flower remained in its place
Resting upon a grassy grove where she could see her face Reflecting back into navy hues of still water,
She sought more to sate her desires of a thrill-seeking chase
Her stem grew taller than the sunflowers
She faced the golden drops like no other crop
Lilies hush about her wonderful bush
Even sour leeches stayed away from her orange-pink peaches For she was a tree of fruit who had many brown roots
She worked day and night to be better than the others, Already a star rising in the sea of a creamy night sky Swaying her papered tips to an older and golden mother,
Her maturity peeking from hence once she was shy Word of her carried by the shared wind of secrets and lies.
And even as she stood so tall on that grove
She desired more to seek approve
She encroached on the lands of the elder sunflowers, Leaving them with no more power
She stole the ways of the tulips’ airy voices and octaves All for the sake of a love so vain and invasive
The lilies cowered with their ponded pads
Taken away with force for the sake of a beauticious fad