Somewhere... in between the savage rose bush
the most beautiful Flower was hiding
Wistfully... because of a never ending rush
the retention of past beliefs kept Her there residing
Than a ruthless tempest came breaking the briar's rigid branches
by doing so exposing nature's stunning Piece Of Art
Leaving the bared Bloom finally to enjoy the sun's caresses
unveiling at last Her most magnificent and dazzling part
As the Rose before always feared the storm
She subsequently ever stayed in cover
Realising now overcoming struggle is a strength form
She flourishes, over which butterflies hover.
Motherhustler
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