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A poem about a rose and its petals as a symbol for humanity's love. |
| A simple dark red rose, The symbol of humanity’s struggle for oneself And a loving sense of belonging In a fragile and sometimes cruel, Yet upbeat and caring world. The rose’s petals send a distinct message Of warmth and innocence, Soft, curvy, sizeable and richly hued, The intimate body of the now-budding specimen. Often, the tiny buds struggling Against intensely rigid heat and cold And swirling precipitation, To blossom so becomingly and happily In the jubilant times of Spring. Humanity’s honorable distinction, To grow, care for, and prune These symbols of youthful love, Finding inner peace and rejuvenating harmony. |