Carnations, I say,
My voice barely a whisper,
As if I'm embarrassed.
A flower, not as ubiquitous
as a red rose,
Not as elegant as a white lily,
Not as unique as a purple orchid.
A flower with a subdued beauty.
Its petals unusual,
Like crumpled little pieces of paper
hiding secrets in their folds.
~Mysterious.
Carnations, I say again,
a little louder,
I love them.— % &
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