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By Peccy Date: 2008 Sep 28 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.28.22.00.14572]] |
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A single lonely rose grew in the corner of the garden. Encircled by many others, But alone. As time passed, trials came and went, Then one dealt a severe blow. From that, the rose began to wilt and wither. Feeling forgotten... Then like a miracle... A soft and gentle breeze, Then a ray of light. The other roses fell into darkness, And the solitary rose began to shine An intense special light nourished it. Then it was watered by a gentle cascade, One of love and selfless affection "But why?" The rose asked the sunlight. The rose was in full bloom, The sunshine smiled down on her. "This is what I do," the sun replied. I am your sunshine, your life, your soul. You are my rose. You always have been. -Hurley (copyright 2007) |