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Yet a rose


Nature in my mind Easing my blind Freedom to find A solution To spiritual pollution Hug a tree Kiss a bee Blessed bee Like the petals of a rose decompose Yet the life of the rose is to grow and and rot hitherto henceforth and whatnot Between these stages of a short Life of a rose So inherently perfect every day always and days the rose destined to go from beauty to death to the adoration of youth beautiful is the entire process from a seed divine thought seed to a bud blooming flower in all its glory and power to the whilted petals Turing back to earth never once doubting it's worth or gearing it's demise Lessons from the life and death of a rose from the ashes death to death before it knocks on your door and what's more to adore youth and shame aging low key supports pedefelia younger and younger The Rose's Rose
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<p>It seems that someone describes with insight and good art that he has been stung with a bee and with a rose ... or was it a thorn?</p>

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