The rose, a flower bearing
a mystery within,
its velvet petals hide beauty
that entices,
that seduces,
that awakens desire,
it is nature's whisper
singing of love,
and in its fragrance,
time dissolves,
it is a dream
becoming reality,
as its bud unfolds,
as light penetrates the darkness,
and in each of its petals,
the miracle of life is felt.
But the rose
is not only a symbol of love,
it is also a reminder
of the fragility of existence,
its thorns,
a quiet warning,
that beauty can be painful,
that it must be protected,
it is a paradox
that teaches us to appreciate
what we have,
that even something beautiful
can carry hidden strength,
that can wound us,
alert us,
that everything has its price,
everything its time.
In its bloom, the rose
carries a story,
a story written
with each new day,
its beauty reflects
both joy and sorrow,
and in its peaceful growth,
we find wisdom,
it is a journey
from bud to full bloom,
teaching us patience,
teaching us hope,
that even when the world
is sometimes cold and dark,
there is always the rose,
accompanying us,
giving us strength,
it is the light
shining in the dusk,
showing us the way.
The rose also reminds us of finiteness,
that every flower has its time,
that even the most beautiful rose
will eventually wilt,
but in its brief existence,
lies eternity,
remaining in our hearts,
guiding us onward,
it is a memory
that does not fade,
teaching us,
that beauty is not
only in appearance,
but in how we appreciate each moment,
how we pause,
to admire the miracle
unfolding before our eyes,
reminding us
that life is a gift,
to be cherished,
to be loved.
So, when you gaze upon a rose,
know that within its petals lies a whole world,
a world of love,
a world of pain,
a world of hope,
teaching us how to live,
how to feel,
how to be,
it is a mirror
showing us,
that beauty
is all around us,
that even in the smallest flower,
great strength is hidden,
that can inspire us,
that can heal us,
and in its quiet message,
we find peace,
accompanying us
on the journey of life.
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In the Shadows Of Poetry
Poetry"Love or Darkness? Doesn't it matter when it's just a small collection of poetry?"
