Whispers of a Rose
A soft-spoken bloom with secrets in her petals and strength in her thorns.
Beneath the sunโs first golden light,
A rose begins her bloom,
With petals soft as morning sighs
And fragrance that consumes.
She speaks in silence, red and deep,
Of love once lost or found,
A thorn to guard her gentle truth,
Still rooted in the ground.
Not every bloom is meant to stay,
But still, her beauty showsโ
That even time must pause to watch
The whisper of a rose.
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