Because..in a garden full of beautiful red roses, he'd still only see the thorns.
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My Constellation of Poems ⭐️
PoetryWe ourselves are a lot like stars. We look around and see that we are surrounded by others. Millions. We are no different. You see, but we don't realize our ability to shine bright, or that a child may be looking out their window wishing upon us. We...
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Because..in a garden full of beautiful red roses, he'd still only see the thorns.
