The Rose

October 1, 2009
By emilyli202 PLATINUM, Fort Wayne, Indiana
emilyli202 PLATINUM, Fort Wayne, Indiana
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Like the petals falling from a flower
This loss of trust

Fell apart with grace.
A yearning, youthful bud
Immortalized by the shameless sun.

The leaves reach towards the light
It must use to survive,

Faith in its self-preservation intact.

Content with its being,

And what it means
To be a rose,

This little bud hopes to grow.

And I want it to, also.
For in this flower I see hope.

A simplicity I can’t help but admire.
If it can survive,

So can I.

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