Blue Rose
A blue rose whispers not at night,In shadowed gardens, it stands apart.Its hue, a secret in moonlight.Against the norm, a wondrous sight,Petals of mystery, capturing hearts.A blue rose whispers not at night.In dreams it dances, takes flight,Symbol of the unattainable, a work of art.Its hue, a secret in moonlight.Not red or white, it ignitesA fire…