I was a white flower, pure and bright,
But destiny led me to thorns in the night.
I claimed them as mine, unaware of their sting,
In their harsh embrace, I lost everything.My petals now tarnished, my fragrance a blend,
A mingling of sorrow that seemed without end.
Yet those strange white flowers stood close by my side,
Unseeing my wounds, with hearts open wide.They offered me color, a gift from their soul,
But didn't perceive how I was losing control.
In their kindness, they tried to lighten my pain,
While hiding their wounds, like shadows in rain.I didn't know they were also plucked,
Their own hearts bleeding, their dreams all but struck.
In the garden of grief, we all wore a mask,
Seeking solace in colors, in love's gentle task.