Once, in a rose garden,
grew a lily.
Its vibrant shades of orange and gentle hints of pink,
daring to bloom
among the reds of the roses.
As the lily grew
its beauty bloomed,
surpassing even that of the reds of the roses.
Visitors came
and looked at the garden
and wondered at the lily,
forgetting
even the reds of the roses.
The gardener came
in his hand shears gleaming
and cut down the lily.
All for the sake
of the reds of the roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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