I noticed these flowers after taking pictures of the snail. They are wild and proud of it. Elegant yet powerful. And they dare to climb the steel wire that people arrogantly put there.
They are not fancy roses, smelling oh-so-sweetly and beckoning people to admire their looks. They are not jasmines, with their demure appearance and lethal fragrance. And they are definitely not lotuses, gracing some people's homes or ponds, defiant and aloof.
Yet to me, they are a symbol of strength. And triumph.