In a world of concrete, hard and gray,
A rose emerged, against all dismay.
Through cracks and flaws, it found its way,
A beacon of hope, amidst the fray.
Its petals delicate, gentle and red,
Blooming courageously, against all dread.
Against the odds, it fought and bled,
A symbol of resilience, in words unsaid.
Though faced with struggles, it stood so tall,
Defying limitations, breaking down walls.
Its fragrance of triumph, expanding its sprawl,
A reminder that beauty can conquer all.
So let the rose inspire, each and every day,
That even in darkness, there's hope and a way.
For in the harshest places, life finds a say,
A rose in the concrete, reminding us to stay.
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 1:01 AM UTC
In a world of concrete, hard and gray,
A rose emerged, against all dismay.
Through cracks and flaws, it found its way,
A beacon of hope, amidst the fray.
Its petals delicate, gentle and red,
Blooming courageously, against all dread.
Against the odds, it fought and bled,
A symbol of resilience, in words unsaid.
Though faced with struggles, it stood so tall,
Defying limitations, breaking down walls.
Its fragrance of triumph, expanding its sprawl,
A reminder that beauty can conquer all.
So let the rose inspire, each and every day,
That even in darkness, there's hope and a way.
For in the harshest places, life finds a say,
A rose in the concrete, reminding us to stay.
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