Daisy Among the Roses

My white petals

contrast the red petals

that surround me.

Why must I be

so different?

I have no thorns,

Nor a strong stem.

But I haven't been torn

apart yet by them

that tower over me.

Higher and higher they

grow above me.

Leaving me to stay.

Leaving me to be.

The End

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