Imagine
a ray of light in darkness
There, at the end of the spotlight, you find a crimson red rose
Or, you find
crimson red rose petals lying scattered on the floor
It depends on individual tastes in which one you see the beauty
As far as I'm concerned I am entranced with the latter, rose petals
The petal feels velvet when I pick it up with my fingertips
I wish to fondle the velvet petal forever, gently with my fingertips,
taking care not to make any
scratch on it
Simultaneously I feel an urge to squash it with all the strength of my fingertips,
or get seized with an impulse to scratch the graceful surface of it,
sinking my nails into the velvet
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