My Rose - Poem by Adriana Martin
My rose is something that will never die
It will be with me forever
Even in death.
Its red petals folding, curving, and holding
Its smell so sweet like the I breath.
Its thorns defending the rose's beauty
Just as I protect myself.
Its green leaves growing
Like my shadow.
Its stem holds me up when I am down
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