The Rose
When I found the rose covered with vines,
I reached in to touch the velvety softness
and was stung by a bee.
I was also scratched by a thorn,
leaving a trail of blood.
I tried to draw the rose on paper
it seemed so simple, but I couldn't capture
its true beauty or the aroma on paper.
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