You ever seen an orange tulip in a midst full of roses....notice no thorns....imposes no harm...but yet so alone... it illuminates through the setting of the sun... its silhouette figure dances under the endless summer skies... till one day it swayed in to a friendless butter fly....oh my!!! By (Chance) of coincidence...or was this thing heaven sent...but ever since it began 2 appear more angelic...and the butterfly was caught up in its glowing ambiance...startled by the sight...wanting nothing more than pure romance...until the winds warned of it being so delicate... still blinded by a storm of love it tried to make its warm presence...but was strongly resented by the seasons changing so relevant....and it still floats around this moment....endless hoping...passing up the orange roses....(B) ecause only one orange tulip that it's wanting....
Can't tell you how the poem ends because I am that butterfly with broken wings....figure out who the flower is
chance guevara copyright
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