A poem about two roses among a bed of thorns.
Off in the distance,
is a sight like none other.
It’s beauty surpasses any,
yet to be discovered.
You reach for it, and feel a sting.
You instantly pull back.
That’s when you notice it’s,
in the middle of a thorn patch.
Still you don’t care,
it’s worth the blood shed.
You see the bigger picture,
what lies ahead.
Those thorns, that stick to it,
drawn to it almost.
Are just that, thorns,
easily disposed.
But you yourself,
shine just as bright.
The two of you together,
could give off the most beautiful light.
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