The Young Rose
The morning sun arises,
I wake to my trembling legs.
As neighbors' noise echoes,
A lovely young rose catches my sight.
Wondering within my mind,
Where might its delicate petals come from?
And why is it so close, with thorns that shine?
But every breath I took
Was filled with the magic of its aura.
And then I yearned to gently touch
Its velvety softness, or indulge in its sweet aroma.
In my heart, I whispered to myself,
'I'll claim it as my own,
Protect it forever,
And cherish it always.'
#thesecond
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