Like a rose I have thorns
I have flaws, make mistakes, I hurt, and I fall
But also like a rose, I am beautiful
I laugh, I love, I grow, I succeed, I live
We are all roses in a garden
Blooming, rising, shining, trying
and we are all beautiful.
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Sing and Dance
PoesíaSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
