FANCY

Fancy
Silhouetted against the sky azure
The white roses majestically stand;
Their creator none but a magic wand
For all creatures big or small they lure.
And their complexion the purest of pure
But accursed to grow only on private land;
And thrive only when given a hand
By someone who is willing to endure.
Adorned in white ,a beauty,heavenly dame
Like the rays of the mighty sun;
This reverie of mine was painfully broken
When upon a beheaded stalk I came.
And suddenly in my mind echoed a shot of gun
I remembered I was on earth not in heaven.

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