Roses
By SugarHorse
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Red, white and pink roses grow; their thorns prick and cut the weeds away, out of the garden, no matter how they grow.
If only the roses had grown further apart, their thorns would not have stuck one another during cruel tempests. Through thunderous fights and lightning strikes, petals and leaves were torn and blew off into the wind. The roses bleed their colours, some wilting, some weeping into the Earth.
If only the roses had grown further apart, the Spring might not have come so quickly, and they would not have grown back, stronger and more gorgeous than ever before. Sweet nectar from one another cures the deepest cuts; their tears water the soil. The garden continues to grow ever larger; brighter and more beautiful than ever there was.
Through hard times came sunshine, and the sparkle of light through the rain. Thank you for being my roses. I love you all.
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