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by Shelley Williams Mar 28, 2016 category : Life, society / meaning of life
A friendship blossomed where there was none, Hidden among flowers unknown to the sun. Nourished in silence behind a pink rose, An ugly orange image as if nothing grows. Yet it feels sunlight and the morning dew, A slightly bent stem where the pink roses grew. A color of difference not meant to be seen, A leave me alone to the pink and the green. How it managed to grow where little was known, Among beautiful roses content and alone.