A Rose without its thorn
Would keeps its gentle form
With its fragrant scent
Being as it was meant.
But without that painful thorn
Sorrowfully, I would sit and moan
For a Rose wouldn't be a Rose
And a smile couldn't be known.
Randy L. McClave
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Sometimes, it’s the thorns of life that cause us to see the sweeter, more gentle side. Thank you. Enjoyed reading.