Come to life like a rose.
Start off small and unsure
and grow into beauty
you do not think you have.
Those are the prettiest ones, I hear,
blooming flowers oblivious to their own beauty.
The ones that only believe in themselves if they follow the bunch.
But your beauty, delicate rose, is in your difference.
That one tear on the tip of your petal is nothing
compared to the silkiness of your center.
That dark blemish on your base does not
diminish your elegance, it enhances it.
And those thorns along your sides are sharp,
but at your core you are soft.
Even as you age and when your color fades,
when you feel wilted and fragile,
your beauty will still be there
blooming within.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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