(Metaphor, Symbolism, Personification)
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A rose,
A bloom that grows,
Glows to touch tons of heart
With pricks, forks, flowers but a bark,
It sparks.
The rose
With petals loose sense space that others
Want to sustain their roots,
To grow from strength
To strength
2
The pinks
Yellows, reds, whites,
Blues that opens up freely
To add new life to other roses
Which plead.
Nature
Preaches pristine pure life to lead
So never breach and bleed
Falling prey to
The thorns.
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