I picked a rose
From the enchanted garden of truth
As days passed by
I realized it did not die,
Because I planted it in my heart
And the roses have grown wild
Never a thorn
Close enough to harm
Never a leaf fallen
Too far from home,
Blanketing a path
Of trust and beauty infinitely
In suffering,
My tears are as soft As my roses’ petals
Cradling me
With no abrasions…
published in "eyeliner" 2005 by Alica Griggs
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