The Blushing Daisy

A flower surrounded by top hats;
White or red inviting petals,
Who could tell?
Clear in the sky, the Sun rises,
The flower stretches tall and proud
But too often, grey vapor in the sky’s,
Damage the delicate petals.
The suits collect flowers
In an ungentlemanly manner,
Never realizing, they will have to offer them to a rose.
This rose's thorns point inwards
Coat tails gather at her outward softness;
While red blood droplets form inside.
Is this rose their white daisy,
Just another flower in a black bouquet?

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