A bouquet of bold contrasts and dreams,
Where orange flames dance with sapphire beams,
A sunflower glows with golden dust,
While purple roses bloom in twilight's trust.
Black ribbons twist through petals bright,
The reflection of a ghost catches the light,
Autumn and midnight, hand in hand,
A wild arrangement, perfectly unplanned.
Not soft pastels or subtle hues,
But electric blues and sunset views,
Each flower fierce, each leaf unique—
A celebration that refuses to be meek.
About the Creator
Parsley Rose
Just a small town girl, living in a dystopian wasteland, trying to survive the next big Feral Ghoul attack. I'm from a vault that ran questionable operations on sick and injured prewar to postnuclear apocalypse vault dwellers. I like stars.
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