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roses growing in the desert

As a phoenix reborns from its ashes, 

flowers reborn from their modest home

with great joy.

Marguerite between roses,

a few rise distinguished,

imposing inexisting colours,

treating with the impossible,

roses growing in the desert.

Poorly think their sisters,

how can a rose be white?

but they live in the ignorance,

thorns oppress them,

apart from those who see

further than a garden full of fences

which impede to think, see, feel,

know what’s occult beyond their tricked vision.