Magic

Er, I am confused: which is the true colour of the rose?... If not seeing with my own eyes, I would not believe that they are in fact the same rose blossoming in different times of this year... This rose has been with me for years, and every year I see her bloom several times, yet it turns out that I have never seen the true colour of the flowers before this day... What an irony!...

What you see every day might not be truthful!

What you think is true might have deceived you for long!

Or, isn't there magic in life that can make the plain beautiful?

That can turn average into unusual?

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