My life had multiple colors as I bloomed.
Now I see nothing for a midnight blue.
I learn to love this glowing spot.
It never misses my rosy cheeks even though I am meek.
With all the things I use to coexist with, how did I not know a blue rose existed?
I stand firm in my beliefs the Sun can't reach all of its beauty.
Giving the moon reason to give a comfortable glow, reminding me to grow.
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Midnight Blue
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