whatever the color of their petals may be.
I don’t choose flowers for their colors,
I choose one that has a light penetrating fragrance.
Flowers when heard about my choice
they lost their red blood and became shocking pink,
in a failed attempt to become white.
And me a lover of whiteness,
saw a pink woman in a rose!
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