Bright petals,
Fragrance,
Sweet nectar,
Delicate feel,
Perfection.
Grass green,
Lengthy,
In thorns,
Tasteless,
Antiperfect.
From dirt
You're raised
By me.
Exhibiting
Beauty to
The world.
Thorns
I might
Bear in
The process,
But I'll
Forever be
The flaw
That raises
The flower.
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