The Perfect Rose
The well worn path,
Familiar with my footprints
My secret place to hide n seek
An old gazebo adorned in a riot of wild roses
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
Peaceful; time is not cruel here.
Yellow daffodils, violets, pink peonies, red rose
Birds on a wire chatter their woes
Restless.... seeking....
I wander aimlessly....
Overgrown path and untamed jungle
standing tall against the odds
Awaiting my obscured fate
Thorns, thistles and brambles
Feral beasts lie in wait to devour
so....
Why do I always seek the perfect rose amongst the thistles?
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