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I once passed by an old lady's garden, Lined with colored rose bushes, it was like Heaven! I stopped...I stood, admiring. The roses were in full bloom that morning. They were quite tall, like small trees side by side. Then I noticed other walkers also stopped by. Beside me, behind me, they were standing, Sighing, admiring. Any place, anywhere it stands, Attention, it instantly commands Its petals speak of beauty, of fragrance, To some, they symbolize unspoken devotion. Its different colors are known to represent Feelings, specifically, lovers' emotions. Underneath its hard spiked body, it still is soft. Its thorns have sharp perfect points A protective threat, so inherent, A powerful deterrent For those with evil intent. Its sweet-smelling petals become softer When held by hands so tender, To the birds and the bees, they are a teaser, Butterflies, even dragonflies, They cannot resist to perch... We human beings Can never resist a sniff, a touch, Love is the stem of a rose, we still dare hold We disregard the thorns so bold. In life, there are pricking scares known, yet ignored. Like the leaves of a rose, we have hidden spikes, our own stories untold, Our hearts, our feelings are very delicate, When the arrows hit, ...they're easy to captivate. But you see, A rose stands tall Proud as a concrete wall, It bows a bit, it gives way When blooms bear too much weight, When things seem to always be a prelude And, we wait for trying moments to conclude. But when a morning so new Greets a rose with its cold, fresh dew Miraculously, it again stands tall, Proud as a concrete wall. It survives through the seasons, "Sleepy" in winter, not at all dying, Just patiently waiting. It speaks beyond words, beyond reasons, For underneath, It lives. In its silence, It survives. A rose will never be a rose, without its rough surfaced leaves and tho r n ......s...... :::::::: ::::: ::: Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
A ROSE WILL NEVER BE A ROSE...
I once passed by an old lady's garden, Lined with colored rose bushes, it was like Heaven! I stopped...I stood, admiring. The roses were in full bloom that morning. They were quite tall, like small trees side by side. Then I noticed other walkers also stopped by. Beside me, behind me, they were standing, Sighing, admiring. Any place, anywhere it stands, Attention, it instantly commands Its petals speak of beauty, of fragrance, To some, they symbolize unspoken devotion. Its different colors are known to represent Feelings, specifically, lovers' emotions. Underneath its hard spiked body, it still is soft. Its thorns have sharp perfect points A protective threat, so inherent, A powerful deterrent For those with evil intent. Its sweet-smelling petals become softer When held by hands so tender, To the birds and the bees, they are a teaser, Butterflies, even dragonflies, They cannot resist to perch... We human beings Can never resist a sniff, a touch, Love is the stem of a rose, we still dare hold We disregard the thorns so bold. In life, there are pricking scares known, yet ignored. Like the leaves of a rose, we have hidden spikes, our own stories untold, Our hearts, our feelings are very delicate, When the arrows hit, ...they're easy to captivate. But you see, A rose stands tall Proud as a concrete wall, It bows a bit, it gives way When blooms bear too much weight, When things seem to always be a prelude And, we wait for trying moments to conclude. But when a morning so new Greets a rose with its cold, fresh dew Miraculously, it again stands tall, Proud as a concrete wall. It survives through the seasons, "Sleepy" in winter, not at all dying, Just patiently waiting. It speaks beyond words, beyond reasons, For underneath, It lives. In its silence, It survives. A rose will never be a rose, without its rough surfaced leaves and tho r n ......s...... :::::::: ::::: ::: Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~
***For all the lady writers here on HP, named Rose, or otherwise... We are all roses with thorns, with spikes in our lives---our stories untold, poems yet to be shared, songs yet to be sung.....they bear weight... still, we stand tall...***
#patience#rose#thorns#proud#sufferings#spikes
sally-a-bayan
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F/Filipino
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
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