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~The Rose~

The rose, a beautiful flower we all want to posess
we reach out, enticed by its beauty, to pluck it
so enveloped are our senses that we notice not
the trecherous thorns.

I saw you and wanted you ... reached out for you

and a soft cry escapes my lips
feeling the pain , as your thorns draw blood
from my fingertips
I have learned to step back from you
admire the beauty of you ... and let go.

written by Cayce~Sparrow~Grace


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