The said vision is incomplete, without the sharp-pointed aborted branches, because a rose is always with the thorns.
But when I discovered, that there is a rose of love inside me, then I came to know about that it was fermented from my soul and the tears of innocence had made its vicinity so clear & pure.
The thorn story ended! They died, because of losing their possibilities to hurt!
So, there is only a river now and it is tucked tightly from underneath the water's surface which is stitched from the roots of my heart.
Although, the clearheadedness seems to be composed now, but aiding a positive bearing is never without any struggle. -Your rose, forever in love.