Moonrose’s shine

like ruby dimonds

swaying in the dull light of the moon

that cuts through the city power lines.

Their orange roots

like volcanic rock,

dig into solid soil

That sets like concrete.

The orange stem sits up

Like flexible plastics

as rusty as flames on bombfire night.

Petals hang

like little, small leafs

light coloured albino flowers

edged with blue, blink

revealing the secret colour

of strong green.

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