Amidst the prickly, tangled thorns I stand, a rose, forlorn.
My petals, soft and crimson-hued, contrast the harsh, unyielding mood.
While others of my kind have grown in clusters, never alone, I bloom in solitude, immune to company, devoid of tune.
No gentle breeze to caress my form, no fellow roses to keep me warm.
I weather each relentless storm on my own, bereft, forlorn.
A lone sentinel in this field, my beauty hidden, not revealed.
For who would dare to venture near this rose, so lonely, filled with fear?
I long to join a verdant throng, to share their joy, to sing their song.
But thorns keep suitors far away, and I must face each night and day
In solitude, my petals weep, as sorrow lulls me into sleep.
A rose, as lonely as can be, in this harsh field, no company.
Oh, how I yearn to be set free, to join my kin, no longer be this solitary bloom that stands unaided, in these thorny lands.
But alas, my fate is sealed, a lonely rose, forever sealed to this dark path, where thorns abide, my beauty, hidden, deep inside.
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