Karma Orchids

The purple orchid seemed flawed At first glance, twisting yet not ugly Like an artist who ruins a canvas In distracted strokes of purple In a quest to reach out to a sunset Appearing unworthy of a second glance Bearing the brunt of his twisted strokes Till the restless night is broken by the dawn Producing the most spectacular bloom Complex and yet mysterious in its appearance Unquestionably sweet, valued for its many Differences with other blooms, touching him As the artist caresses the soft outlines of purple Karma entwined in hues of royalty and purity Radiating with freshness that a new day brings A magic fragrance in the air with an endive Like flavour, rich to garnish your very soul! 2.6.22