Life
beyond space and timeFate sings you a song
as your mother whispers to her unborn child
you begin to bloom like a red, red rose
at first a bud, untouched by this world
then a flower, with Wisdom and Courage
Death begins to create a day
when that day comes you will wilt
your lovely red silk petals will fall
in this cold heat you will wilt more
we watch as you change, slowly
you say that colors, flowers, are given feelings
you say roses are red, stained with blood
violets are blue, tainted with tears
but what color are you,
my lovely, wilting, nonexistent flower?
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