The flowers possess a myriad of contradictions:
They are pure, untouched
Yet riddled with thorns
They are frail, skeletal
Yet their beauty prevails.
The flowers are the Mona Lisa
They are art.
They are paragons of virtue and contentment.
The flowers personify
The relationship between perfection and imperfection:
Complex, multifaceted
Yet so simple
It is an absurdity.
– L.F
