A Little Rose
by : Keisha
I was a seed, even smaller than your thumb.
Till I grow into a seedling, all alone.
All alone.
Hope still inside me.
I will reach till I become a flower, as beautiful as a butterfly.
Along my journey past the storms, going through windy days,
past rainy days.
And I hope my roots
can anchor me safely. Days have past, leaves start growing,
weeks have past, till a single rose was born. yeah, born.
As red as blood,
as fresh as dew,
smelled so sweet, my rose will grow till it withers
away.
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