roses are red.
but still, there are roses of various kinds
reds of various tones
and scents of many.
and sometimes it's not that certain bloom that attracts.
sometimes they don't.
and they hunt for another.
so it's either you indulge in your weary,
or you halt on the worry.
i'd choose the latter.
so roses are red.
violets could be blue.
and we'd hang on to the ones that stay,
and let go of the ones that fly.
and got lost in the wind and breeze.
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