The Beauty of the White Rose
In a garden of weeds
Guarding its roots, Guarding its petals
A rose arose as it danced in the winds
And envious indeed
Sheathing their tooth and tongue of metal
The weeds would boast as they pranced with deceit
For even in twilight, its petals would bloom
Like swarms of dragonflies beneath the twilight moon
It's petals, like feathers of an angel's ascent
Would sometimes wander the winds
But sometimes weather from weather
But even then, the rose will dance in the winds
Sheathing their tooth and tongue of metal
The weeds cut the rose's petals
With that, the rose had to weather
The cold storm of December
But even then, the rose would dance in the winds
That's to say–
The white rose never danced from its glamor
It would listen to the songs – the whistles of mother nature
What were storms where songs, what were rain were drums
From mother nature – only made to nurture its nature
That's to say–
The white rose, only danced in the dark
Only to lessen the tension that mother nature embarked
With a tainted stem
The rose arose as it danced
It's petals grew with its stance
Against the weeds
Against the damned
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