Wild Rose Poem by Maria Shipka

Wild Rose



As wild rose I am,
happy, free, admiring,
giving out my love,
gentle beauty and smile.

Protecting myself
before enemies
I can show
my prickly prickles.

To the end of season
offering you
all my delicious
sweet-briars...

(c) shipka

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