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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