Roses

The petals

Which form themselves together

From a bud on a thorned plant

Thorns which prick and pierce

If only if you let them

The petals

expand in their beauty

Until they fall

 

They spread to let out the sweet scent

They grow together until they come apart

Until they fall

 

Then the flower is done

And the petals leave the stem

The seeds, the remainder

Will make more blossoms

Which will too expose their sweet scent to the world

 

Whether they are in sight

Or in a hidden corner

Hidden away

Behind many leaves and thorns

To protect themselves from the elements

A skilled hand can still find them

 

They can be even more beautiful

Than those front and center which feel the full force and fury

Of the hands which pluck at their petals

But their petals will fall too

Yet still leave their seeds behind

 

 

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