lips curled in
gentle smiles
painted in shades of
crimson, yellow,
so wide-eyed one
might think
they would fall from
the thorny stalk
yet pride and lofty
fragrance
keeps the blossoms
overflowing there
where rows of bushes
create a collage
of color, bright,
renewed year after year,
a circle of promise,
kissed with dew
like a morning
sunrise carries hope,
offering up its face
to enlighten the world
and bless each life
with grace, respect,
a choice bud of
beauty granting life
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