Wild Rose

August 17, 2009
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Wrapping seeds in soil/
Lulling them to grow/
Shielding them from bitter winds/
From early frost and snow/

So all will rise as fragrant herbs/
A temptress for the tongue/
Searing in a melting pot/
Their scents oozing into one/

Yet from the sweet rosemary/
Intrudes a weed contrary/
A wild rose stands alone/

Refusing to drown/
In home's choral sound/
She leaves comfort to claim her own/

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