Truthfully she is a young rosebud,

Still opening up to the world around her.

A few of her petals are dying

Scars from the cruel world.

She can grow to be the most

Beautiful, fragrant rose

If she is left alone,

Not disturbed or plucked early,

Nor picked apart piece by piece.


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