The lesson from Rose.

Rose bushes teach us great lessons, pricks and thorns reveal beautiful blossoms to admire, be careful if you want to touch. .

Carved a life with a person of fortitude
Who turned out to be a wilted rose
I gave fodder in alms and love
To no avail , the rose never blossomed
Engraved my vision into a solid mass
Felt it shiver to grow
But as time went on the shiver
Drizzled off and dried up slow.
Longing love's fresh breeze
Swept across my face and seeped
Into my heart, soon after
A torrent took over, it became a barren naked soiled grove.
Tragedies overcome and disperses blindness
Tragedies hammers nails in
A mustered help and guided aide
Failed to bare and clear the vault.
Leaking faucets , trickled tears
Wounded  and bleeding
Thorns and torn till a hackled heap
Rose bush, shriveling, dying.
Little buds next season, coming through already
The points of colourful hope , resonates
No indent no intent
No need to remember, it will be a regrowth.
Ponder on the life of the rose bush
Touch very carefully
In it is a lesson to learn
The thorns and pricks are to protect
The risks to touch may often give
Lesions and scratches
Yet we do and take the beauty
Or admire from afar.
~Lorraine Nur~

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