The Rose and the Weed
An immaculate beauty, silken petals of crimson tone, so delicate and bold.
The naked eye she bewitches.
Her scent, heavenly, perfumed aroma everlasting.
There is no comparison to a rose.
In a field of evergreen, lush jade shades, I am the dandelion hidden among the underbrush
I am the weed among their existence.
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2016
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