By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2008 Aug 26
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A garden of yellow roses,the fragrance floats in the air.
A garden with so many beautiful flowers and a black tulip stands.
No thorns,no resistance,it easily gets handpicked.
But it does not dwell,and neither does it lose it's tenderness.
What could there be?A tulip so soft yet as black as the night?A tulip so fragile and longs for life?
He who handpicked it gives to his lover,his one and only tulip in a garden full of flowers.