Life is like a rose
growing each day
blooming into the person we are
The petals are like our skin
smooth and caress
covering our bodies
The thorns are like our anger
harmful and mad
telling you to keep away
The rain running down the petals
are like our tears
lonely and sad
A rose being warmed by the sun
is like smiling with happiness
And the death of a rose
is like the ending of our own life.


 
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