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The last petal has fallen.

I watched as it gracefully swayed to the ground. 

Do not worry.

My rose will bloom again.

Do not fear.

It's thorns cause only temporary pain. 

My hands are scarred.

Though the desire to hold my rose, lingers.

Through my wounds, comes knowledge.

A glimpse at the essence of life.

A view of the way of life.

A reminder of balance.

Such beautiful things to see.

Without holding your rose, you cannot fully appreciate it. 

Nor can you fully respect it.

My rose will be blooming again soon...

Reviews

[Green]

This is beautiful. Using the idea of rose was brilliant. I enjoyed it, good jobl