Rose

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by Cubby61

by Cubby61

There is a Rose
Which many are afraid
Of its thorns, intimidated by beauty
Yet as I gaze upon it

The clearest thing I can see
The soft petals adorning its soul
You must not pluck it
Let your eyes admire it

There are travellers
They spread the rumours
Which surrounds the Rose
Although, perhaps you shouldn't believe

For a flower does you no harm
Only if, by then you grasp it with no care
Will it prick your fingers
As your blood flows

Do not blame the Rose
For it consist of only beauty
And trying to survive