In the shadows glows
The white rose, luminous, coy.
I step through the thorns.
I kneel in the mud.
In the last rays of sunlight,
I behold this dear.
O, pale lemon heart
What blush holds you so, dear rose?
I stare deep inside.
In the white roses's heart
Tiny pink blooms sprout where
Golden stamens sway.
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