Serenity Penelope, with all your strength can you pluck that dandelion?
Oh Serenity Penelope please have this rose.
I curtsy to you and beg the thorns not prick your mighty hands.
Some say you are fragile and that's where they're wrong.
You dare not hurt a soul.
Not even those who torment yours.
So strong you are to bend beyond where boughs do break.
My dearest Serenity Penelope,
I hope thee never bleeds from my rose's thorn.
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Drowning in Humanity
PoetryGive me one word about life and I will tell you all about it.
