Rosebush Poem by Alexianna Brandhagen

Rosebush



Rose as red as apples
Beauty to which
None can compare
Closes up
For fear of being hurt
Or stepped on
And broken
And grows thorns
To find out
Who cares enough
To get a little hurt
And care for her
And nurture her
To let her grow
Into a rosebush

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