Pleasing,
Beautiful and quiet.
Nursing buds
In a house of white.

Peaceful place
To dream and think.
Light evolved -
Into blushing pink.

Flowers stretched,
So did the thorns.
Pricked the farmer-
Used to corns.

Dreaming of grass,
Ended in mud;
Brown changed to crimson
Motionless in blood.

Now he searches for amber,
Blend it into orange.
Turning a blind eye,
Hoping for a change.
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