Roses are so beautiful;
but I wonder,
if a rose had feelings,
would she feel beautiful?
Roses grow on bushes.
With so much splendor there,
does one rose feel unwanted?
Does she see the beauty all around
and feel that she,
just one little rose,
is insignifigant?
Does she focus on her flaws?
Does she think she's just too delicate
to merit grand applause?
Does she feel vulnerable?
Incapable?
Does she know
that people love her
because of those same flaws?
These things that make her different
are important?
I wonder,
if a rose had feelings,
how would she feel?
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