Poem – Rose Bud

I dare tell you of I so small, 
Yes even before I began to crawl, 

It was not yet in full bloom, 

It didn’t have petals, 

The inside had not yet shown itself, 

Just like a secret not waiting, 

Time cultivating it, 

The rose bud is a symbol of my younger self, 

The bloom of spring after winter, 

Love, tender care, it’s finally here! 

Some people use the petals to procreate magic, 

It is used as a cure for loneliness, 

Brings everyone together, 

When some get it they say spring has come my way, 

I am a blood colored rose. 

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