Forgotten beauty

Forgotten beauty

A white rose moves slightly in the wind,

While tender rays illuminate her sacred colours,

She opens, and leaves behind a tear,

For a beauty people neither see nor bear,

The nature, and her mirific colours.

The blue-green birds were singing,

A heavy bee was climbing up a tender flower,

Thus, the flower didn't bend,

She had a certain, secret power,

She only sighed for a caress that will never find,

Neither through her beauty, nor in human's mind.

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