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| Rose after rain Beren Hartless 2007 |
Deep the rose, so hidden now,
In fleshy leaves of anxious pale.
Glowing, growing, throbbing long
With all the crimson force of pain.
A stabbing thorn of fear or hate
Reveals the bud-like bloom below,
And sorely straining for release
The secret beauty's blossom bursts
Into the open, stormy air.
The vulnerable, downy, soft
Young petals shiver delicately,
As drenching rain and gusting gales
Provoke the earthbound plants to move.
So, strengthened by adversity,
The rose, in all her glory, flowers.
B.I.Hartless
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