One day a tiny rose was born.
Struggling with all its might.
The tiny red bud saw "its" first sunlight.
There it stood so beautiful so red.
Nestled amid the thorny weed bed.
"The weeds grew taller and taller.
The thorns grew stronger and stronger".
It took all the choking the pricking of the thorns.
Since the very first day the tiny red rose was born.
But the little rose grew stronger each day.
Kept pushing the thorns and weeds away.
The rose had grown and was in full bloom.
Until it realized there were no more room.
The weeds just grew taller and taller.
The thorns just grew stronger and stronger.
Soon the beautiful red rose
I could no longer see.
Something I loved had been taken from me.
The pain in my heart oh how can it be?
Now I just stand and look at the weeds and thorns.
And think back to the day the red rose was born.
I will just keep right on waiting to see.
If my beautiful, Red Rose will come back to me.


























great job arlie ED. 


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