The Burning Rose
A beautiful gift from Mother Nature
The Burning Rose
A rose was born from storm and flame
not bound to earth, nor touched by name
its petals glowed with endless fire
each shade a hymn, each spark desire
It did not bend to summer’s will
it blossomed wild, it blossomed still
the colours swirled, they tore the night
they burned the dark with sudden light
A thousand voices hid inside
of all who bled, of all who cried
yet in that bloom their grief was spun
to blaze against a drowning sun
The roots were deep in soil of pain
yet beauty rose, a scar’s refrain
the stem was sharp, the thorns were true
a guard for hearts it never knew
A single flower, fierce and free
a mark of what the soul can be
a torch to burn, a voice to rise
a living fire that never dies
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