The White Rose
Every precious petal humbly holds its place
joined at the base
in common connection
This one white rose - whether enjoyed, envied, or embraced
Is fitted with it's own winning width.
In its life it may bring a tear,
inspire a smile,
lift a lilting spirit.
To stare at its shape is a sane escape
Choose a boutonniere
or simply stay in vase or bouquet
until it begins to wither
head bent down,
toward its bed
led by what's left of life.
There is no cause for flaunty applause
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