The Red petals once
Caught up my eyes
Through the fence
And it glorifies.

The bright fiery red, reflected
By diamond dew drops
With nothing expected
It bloomed with new Hope's.

The red petals once
Caught up my eyes
On the edge of the circumference
Of the table top with a disguise.

The dull dark red, reflected
By the opaque mirror beneath
With every thing neglected
Yet it bloomed with new Faith.

The magic mind of mine once
Caught up with deep persuasion
Understood that the outer ambiance
Isn't important for succeeding one's ambition.

The red petals once
Caught up my eyes.
And the associated acquaintance
My heart forever holds what it implies.

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