Blackest bloom,
In the darkest grave.
A seedling of a flower,
Well contained.
Brightest sun,
And the gentle rain,
Shorn from thorns
And danger, it remains.
Budded sprout,
In the consuming light,
Learning of the world,
A never dying knowledge.
Blossoming flower,
How lovely it blooms,
Forever remaining,
It's beautiful rose.
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