The 25th Flower
Long ago son,
Somewhere in the same land,
A beauty emerged,
A beauty so unheard,
Colors filled the land and the sun wouldn't understand
Why its shine was lost
Why its glory was ghost
Day by day, this beauty stood out tall
Whether with warmth or with the Frost
It's her uniqueness that stood out the most
24 of her kind were all left behind
Despite their similarity,she was too colorful even for the blind.
Now as I speak son,
She leaves among us, Heaven knows where
She is still as beautiful,to that I can swear
Her beautiful doesn't vanish with the hours
An Angel among 24 women
The 25th Flower
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