A Rose Grows
After 13 years a seed
now grows
The face and soil separate slow
Over the weed left behind below
and the dark damp world where no lights glows
Leaving dead leaves left where no winds blow
Moving Up into a world with colours on show
A rose from the ashes my depression goes
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