Pink confused a white rose red

Pink confused a red rose white
Dipping sun sets day to night.
Guileless dawn joins light with dark;
Hateless, awe-filled, works of art.
Nature paints each their skin;
Not a choice, nought to win.
No thorn pricked, no blood bled,
pink infused a white rose red.

poem by Sailing to windward
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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