White Rosa

Now there is such a thing as a white Rosa. But a white rose by any other name cannot be a rose. For what's in the name of a Rose but that which depicts its tenderness: Petals strewn all over the passage way's floors, scents filling the air with fragrances and the colour white scattered all over the void of colourlessness.


While Rosa was her name and I chose to call her such as be feats such exquisite and tender beauty; even though hers was not a Rose. But hers was as tender as one; delicate, soft hued and quaint.

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