Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Ode to Roses

Standing tall
Standing proud
Never backing down
Some say a Rose
Would smell as sweet
By any other name
Though not me, as Rose fits you perfectly
With petals from blood red
Deeper than the darkest shadow
To pure white
Lighter than a midnight sun
Your thorns guard your beauty
From any unhallowed hand
Standing tall
Standing Proud
Never backing down

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