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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