Sparkling crystals dust the petals
Thorns incase the stem below
A harsh blizzard wind sweeps across the medow
But the rose stands still
Never withering nor rotting
It's roots steeled to the ground
Delicate yet undaunted
Free yet still
Unwavering and unchanging
Beauty in itself
The image of innocence
Yet it stands alone
Untouched, flawless
A virgin of sorts
Something as pure as an angle's caress
But as tempting as forbidden fruit
It starves for attention
For something to fill the gap beauty created
But frozen it remains
Incased in ice
Thorns incase the stem below
A harsh blizzard wind sweeps across the medow
But the rose stands still
Never withering nor rotting
It's roots steeled to the ground
Delicate yet undaunted
Free yet still
Unwavering and unchanging
Beauty in itself
The image of innocence
Yet it stands alone
Untouched, flawless
A virgin of sorts
Something as pure as an angle's caress
But as tempting as forbidden fruit
It starves for attention
For something to fill the gap beauty created
But frozen it remains
Incased in ice
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