She is like the seed
Not willing to show what she hides
Inside
The not yet rose.
She is like the sprout
Small
Yet strong as she grows
The soon to be rose.
She is like the rosebud
Tightly closed to hide
The beauty she has
Inside
The almost rose.
She is like the full bloom rose
Soft, beautiful, and strong
She lives her life
So long
The lonely rose.
She is like the thorn
Painful but necessary
She protects herself
Always wary
The careful rose.
She is like the root
Strong, digging deep
Always striving to help
And keep
Herself from falling
Failing
The mighty rose.
The barely,
The almost,
The beautiful, careful,
The strong and lonely,
The mighty rose,
The mighty rose.
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Book of Poems
PoetryJust a book of some of my poems. Rosebud was my first poem ever. Other than that I don't know the order. *************************************************************************************
