White stains red~

She hid among the flowers

For hours and hours

Never to show herself

She reveled in the leaves

Shaded beauty;

Come out, they say

Ugly hands that pluck her away.

Tug and pull

She is afraid-

The flowers remain the same.

As the old hands play

‘Pluck and pluck’,

Till non is left

Her petals crush away.

There she sits

There she plays

With the petals, unafraid

Bad men went away

While she sits

Wondering,

Why don’t they bleed

As I pluck them away.

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