The day is gloomy
I sit in my yard
Surrounded by the cool air
Rose petals of silk cover me

They lightly touch my finger tips
These rose petals of pastel
My day seems to not be going well
The petal is happy as far as I can tell

Growing on a bush of thorns
The rose rises above the pain
Reaching for the sky
Calling to it softly

I watch it,
This one calling out from my hand
The petal wishes to be free
I stare with sadness in my eyes

I wish to be free
Free as the wind
The rose has harmed none
Dampened by with my tears

I let the wind free my petal.

 
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