Non-Roses

The most profound beauty
is found in the mundane,
outside the gardener’s borders
broken free from the rein; 

water from the heavens
that kisses the flesh
produces the sweetest of blossoms
from what umbrella’d belles reject.

The most desired flower
dons not perfect petals;
the most exquisite features
only captivate when held close.

Colors can distract and hide
what lies beneath the surface;
the purest beauty is only bold
when bravely revealing imperfections.