The Golden Rose

The Golden Rose grew through the weeds surrounding it.

It’s noble shine bringing honor to its way of life.

Pavements of ill iron wills couldn’t keep The Golden Rose from exuberating its essence of righteousness.

It grows stronger as does it’s road blocks.

The Golden Rose can never fully be owned or possessed by anyone or anything.

Instead it’s glamour lies in the awe of it’s survival.

 

 

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