The Black Tulip

Rows and rows of white, red, pink and purple,

The tulips standing, flowing in the wind,

The sky radiated with the colours,

The blowing breeze filled with rainbow petals.

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But not all was simple with this small tulip,

The terrible tulip stood alone,

Black petals absorbing light,

The standing outcast.

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The colours surrounded and overwhelmed it,

The petite forest of light sickened it,

White, red, pink, purple,

Such incompetence from such bright colours.

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Black petals fell,

This was it,

Goodbye little tulip,

Your poor soul can rest.