Every rose has a hidden thorn, and somewhere there's a child reaching out for the beauty of the tame looking rose, so mild
But then they put their hand on the thorn and find the flower is wild... With beauty comes pain, is the lesson to the child
They feel the pain for but a moment, remember the shock for a while, but nothing can keep beauty from the sweet young child
The thorn will be cut, the beauty to win, and the smile on the child's face is the happiness within
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Hidden Thorns
PoetryA book of my original poetry! Some of these are poems I wrote years ago.. Some are by request... All of them by yours truly!
