The Black Rose - 604 Words
As the early morning mist cleared the valley, the luminous, gracious sun rose to her duty, watching over her children, as roses of red leap high towards her, like baby chicks feeding from their mothers’ beak. The roses smile in the light, cheerful as chimps, as high as can be, waving to all the busy bees that pass by and flicker on a motor way. All but a single black rose; segregated from the red tipped lips. I squander down low with horrendous posture, shrieking from the impending rays of the...
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