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.