NaPoWriMo2015 – Rose

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They thought you
were a wilting violet;
delicate drooping petals,
sweet colour,
soft scent,
in need of protection.

I laughed at those creeping weeds.
I saw a different flower
bloom in you.
You stood your ground,
dug in your roots,
sprouted thorns.

Gentle, yes,
but not to be dismissed.
You outlasted them all,
dandelions and daisies alike,
flourishing afresh,
blooming in warm shades
of peace, love,
friendship and passion.

How could they fail to see
that you were a hardy little rose?

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