The Color of Difference

jennas

I was never a fan

Of flowers at all

Until I saw a Rose

After the rainfall.

Its red peddles 

Shown among the daisies

Bright as the fire

In all its rarities. 

How did it grow?

The only Rose here

Speaks hushed tones

But all so clear. 

Her story has passion

Of anger and love

Deep stories reflect

Thoughts from above.

But among the daisies

So innocent with cheer

Joy illuminates them

But leaves Rose unclear.

The mystery remains 

How one Rose grew 

In a world of purity

The Rose clearly outgrew.

 

  • Author: jennas (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 6th, 2017 18:34
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments6

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Phoenix8523

    Beautiful!

  • rrodriguez

    Awesome poem!

  • jennas

    thank you!

  • Augustus

    We are all roses inside. Well some of us are. There are so many interpretations that your beautiful poem conjures in my mind.

  • Widowedsoul

    I love your words your meaning! Beautiful



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