Today I was given the gift of a rose.
In its beauty it spoke of love.
The vulnerable bud endeavoring to unfold full of promise.
Each passing hour the rose struggled to open.
Though given in love its petals wilted.
Unable to support itself, it dies on its own stem.
The thorns an ever present reminder of its pain to survive.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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