I am the pink rose, scorned, tired.
I bloomed in youth
Perfumed the air with my fire
burst in proud glory
s p a r k l i n g
shining my soul unabashedly.
But the sun scorched my soul
clouds refused me rain.
w i t h e r i n g
I remain pink, soft, fragrant
in my soul where I reside.
Shine On!
xo
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