Overgrown garden
and the throne is cracked
thorned stems surround it
in the shadows.
The red rose blooms first
enjoying the sunlight on its petals
until the white begins to unfurl.
Red and white battle for the light
growing crowded,
petals pushed together
until neither knows which
belongs to who
and soon they start to fall.
The roses rest
now almost bare
by the broken throne,
their stems withered
still hiding in the shadows.
A stranger comes to the garden
cuts the roses from the thorns
to make a single flower
from their petals
that’s then placed upon the throne.
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