The warmth of the morning Sun
made the rosebud feel
full of life and curiosity.
It opened just a tiny bit
and peeked out.
The first thing it saw
were beautifully colored
rays of Sun reflected
from a pair of scissors.
Now I know for sure
that there is no God!
it exclaimed.
For else, how could He allow
such an injustice!?
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Stan Sýkora, Mede, 1997
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