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Of a Rose

The Commuter

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

by Megan Pierce

I am as a flower
The bud of a rose so tender.
My soul is the stem
And my mind is the petals.

My soul is the heart of me,
For without it I am nothing.
It is strong and keeps me stable.
Because of my soul I can grow.
I thrive for its food
And all can see
From the fruit I bear
The health of the soul within.

I am as a flower
The bud of a rose so tender.
My soul is the stem
And my mind is the petals.

Through my mind,
Love may see my beauty
For as I grow, I unfold
To show off my new brilliance.
The fragrance is strong
To any passerby,
The beauty crying for all to see.
But then it dies
And withers ‘til the end.

I am as a flower
The bud of a rose so tender.
My soul is the stem
And my mind is the petals.

When the flower has died
And the petals are gone,
Some still remains
From the beauty that once was.
The memory of the stem is still growing,
Strengthening other little buds
To prove their worth
And show their love.

I am as a flower
The bud of a rose so tender.
My soul is the stem
And my mind is the petals.

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