Lighting up gardens of roses, shining on their petals,
letting them be seen by passers-by.
Beautiful and extravagant, sitting prettily upon thorny
bushes, daring us to come and take a closer look.
Yet, not touching them or we will be hurt, loving the
lesson that they teach us without saying a single word.
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