The Secret of the Rose

Posted on October 9, 2008 by Liz Cosline No Comments

A rose from a seed

Grows first with thorns

Afraid to be touched

But longing to be caressed

 

Loving hands feed and nurture

The flower has beauty but closed

 

Until that day

                       with light shining bright

It opens to receive the warmth

 

                                         To realize its life giver.

                                                                        10/26/07

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