She was a single rose
In the middle of a million sunflowers
They all taunted her
That she was not like the rest of them
But in the end
It was her singleness
That made him choose her
Among the many others
That were all alike
She stood out
Like a warrior
Her thorns protecting her
The single rose
~H.R
YOU ARE READING
In the middle of dark
PoesíaA series of words i write at night... My pure thoughts when i stare out in the darkness ✌... I hope you like them all... And if you can relate to my poems.. then welcome to the club..
