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A rose is only beautiful in the spring. Summer heat dries her petals and breaks her down. The fall comes and her petals are gone. Just left with a stem trying to stand strong. The winter...

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The Beautiful Rose

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Published: January 2009

Luscious scents tickle your nose.
Odorous perfume, beautiful rose.
Soft silky petals,
sharp thorns like pointy needles.
Countless colors paint their blooms,
their dazzling beauty consumes.
A great gift to please our eyes.


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  • by Ian Harlow
  • 8 months ago

A rose is only beautiful in the spring. Summer heat dries her petals and breaks her down. The fall comes and her petals are gone. Just left with a stem trying to stand strong. The winter comes with the freeze and snow. Her stock is broken and the rose is buried. Left by herself with no one to worry. She sits and not knowing if she'll rise and see the sun again. After she is forgotten, but her roots are still there. Until one day the warmth of the spring sun and cool rain falls. Her stock begins to stand up, reaching for the sun, knowing she's been here before. Day after day she builds herself up with no one around. Until she stands tall with petals and all.

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