What is the color of beauty?
Some ask with minds askew
It breaks the bond of escaping
Into a mindful vengeance of creativity
The red rose in all its glory
Kissed with sweet suckles of waters escaping
trickling down stems of green tapestry
A column rivaling a man's need for protecting
the beauty within its grasp
The lushness of a kissed canopy
I breathe in its senseless beauty
And wish its presence scents forever..
A beauty upheld within its tapestry...
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