Earlier this evening I ended up writing a poem or sorts and this is the result of my empomptu creation.
Life is like a rosebush, full of angry thorns,
Yet, among those thorns are roses, rare things worth the search
To find a rose is a rare and special thing. To be able to call a rose by name is a gift twice as sweet.
To find such a rose means all the world more.
Such a rare flower should mean the world to a person.
I, myself have met such a rose, a rose worth loving
Yet, among those thorns are roses, rare things worth the search
To find a rose is a rare and special thing. To be able to call a rose by name is a gift twice as sweet.
To find such a rose means all the world more.
Such a rare flower should mean the world to a person.
I, myself have met such a rose, a rose worth loving
It is far from perfect in my opiniopn but it is what I came up with and I am satisfied with the result. I thought I might want to share it with those who will read this.
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