a rose
A rose grows..
In a sparse meadow...
Unaware of her meager beginnings..
She grew beautiful and strong.
While some came to admire her beauty...
Others came to relinquish it...
And she died...
While pricking them with her thorns.
~Carrie Able
A rose grows..
In a sparse meadow...
Unaware of her meager beginnings..
She grew beautiful and strong.
While some came to admire her beauty...
Others came to relinquish it...
And she died...
While pricking them with her thorns.
~Carrie Able