Of all that nature's garden grows
unparalleled is held blush rose,
scent [b]lending to each breeze that blows.
inadequately penned in prose.
From velvet crown flush colour flows
Legendary story goes:
her spiny thorns are elf arrows
scaring spite sprites from May meadows.
Upon Time's wind she blows, she blows.
27 June 2021
Legendary story goes... conceptualized in the context of variant: A Rose Arose
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