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.
-Shivpriya
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