The Rose
Underneath the luminous glow of a full moon. A lone rose, strongly grew through the snow. It's dark hue, that of a rich Cabernet, elegantly contrasted by the stark whiteness of the snow. The rose's scent and it's loveliness so alluring made it greatly desired.
Fingers pricked in haste of acquiring the rose. Blood dripping, decorating the snow with warm DNA. Immediate anger from a bruised ego, causing the rose to be tossed away. Cursing it's thorns and the rose's allure. Rose petals blowing in the wind. Even in broken pieces, it held beauty.
Again, the rose shall bloom. For it's roots run deep.
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