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Rose
Jan 13, 2007 20:21:09 GMT -5
Post by bran_sinnach on Jan 13, 2007 20:21:09 GMT -5
I wrote this for a very dear friend of mine. Rose Behold, a rose growing amongst an endless sea of concrete and steel, Behold, a single flower rising from a wasteland, Behold, beauty itself is given shape and form. She stands alone, rising both proud and humble, her leaves and petals Reaching to the Sun itself, And she is beautiful, and more than this, she is herself. Though all about her be cold stone, hard and unfeeling, Watch her as she bends and sways with the winds, Dancing with the breeze as if with a partner. Though about her naught may be seen but black and gray, Upon her petals she displays all the hues of the rainbows above, And more still, for the rainbow admires her coat from his perch. Though all about her is the same, every foot identical to the next, She knows that she is free, and she knows that she is different, And she knows that none shall ever rob her of this. Though this world of stone may be the world favored by many, She is a world unto herself, a world more glorious than all, And she is a world loved by those who seek rather than accept. See the flower growing amongst an endless sea of concrete and steel, And you shall see beauty itself given shape and form, But more than this, you shall see more than beauty, you shall see life.
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Rose
Jan 13, 2007 20:52:01 GMT -5
Post by wren on Jan 13, 2007 20:52:01 GMT -5
And I am sure it was greatly appreciated! It is beautiful, bran!
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Rose
Jan 16, 2007 15:01:45 GMT -5
Post by weebandrui on Jan 16, 2007 15:01:45 GMT -5
It is the most beautiful poem I ever read. 'll bet she slept with it on her pillow!
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