through rotten times, you have been
with endless storms of rain and hale
through droudtful floods and seas of sin
with little more than slight prevail
your world of hurt we can't imagine
for your strengh in heart, outmatch us all
you survived in awe, as if like magic
and with frozen limbs, your heart in thaw
so delicate a look, touch and smell
and as quite as a whisper in a busy wind
but in your strentgh, no one could tell
that the life around you, you have sucked in
what kind of creature or thing can overcome all of those
could it be a bear, lion, or maybe...a rose?
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