A Rose with Thorns

When we think

About a rose

We often

Picture the thorns

The beauty

Of the petals

Followed by

Those mini horns

Their sweet scent

May come to mind

But that thought

Gets overruled

By the risk

Of getting pricked

By the fear

Of getting fooled

But you see

Those thorns protect

So the bloom

Can stay alive

Do not judge

A rose with thorns

Like us all

It wants to thrive


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