Painful Rose

A rose adores the sun

It bathes in the rain

Let’s the wind kiss it’s naked body

Open and free for the world to admire

Thorns at the ready to defend itself

Beauty to be shared in this world

Along comes man and rips the rose from it’s home

It dies slowly

All so an undeserving person could watch the life leave the rose

Cruel to watch such beauty die and not mourn the lose

Day #143 SJD

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