Thorns On A Rose
Spreading wings of my mind,
soaring to heights unknown,
I later landed on the reality of life
Life is like a rose
Beautiful to behold
And a nice fragrance is emitted
There are thorns on the stem.
If you don't handle it well
The thorns will hurt you.
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