A rose
begins to grow
it's feeble stem
protruding from the earth
a show of hope
a show of happiness.
A rose bud
begins to form
it's tangy leaves
encase the hidden beauty
a show of protection
a show of warmth.
The thorns
begin to shape
their dull tips
will eventually sharpen
a show of patience
a show of growth.
A rose
begins to glow
it's ruby petals
reflect it's hard work
a show of success
a show of Love.
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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