You'll find no witness to The Rose
A fable in the garden
No petals on the throne,
No thorns upon the martyrs
From budding **** to trees of winter
The fruits grow sweet, and not forbidden
The eastern wind, it seems to whisper
A gentle breeze, one full of secrets
Beyond the pond, where dawn is fading
There lies the rose, the last one standing
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
You'll find no witness to The Rose
A fable in the garden
No petals on the throne,
No thorns upon the martyrs
From budding **** to trees of winter
The fruits grow sweet, and not forbidden
The eastern wind, it seems to whisper
A gentle breeze, one full of secrets
Beyond the pond, where dawn is fading
There lies the rose, the last one standing
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