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Its lustrous red bloom in that ashen grey tomb, gave me cause to reflect on my needs.
If it climbed through sheer stone on assumption alone;
Surely I need no more to succeed. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 125 [topic] => 27 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Rose


The Rose
Date: Wednesday, 14th November 2018 @ 12:05:46 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
One tiny rose most stubbornly grows in my garden of thorns and weeds;
Its lustrous red bloom in that ashen grey tomb, gave me cause to reflect on my needs.
If it climbed through sheer stone on assumption alone;
Surely I need no more to succeed.

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