Blind Rose

The weed spewed his hate.

“Little bud grown from dirt,

All who touch you will scar.

You glorified weed.”

Obviously a bully,

To be uprooted,

The Gardner took action.

But, the weeds’ voice stayed.

Echoing it’s criticism ,

To the young rose bud.

Such an exquisite rose,

All she could see was a weed.

Blind to her own beauty,

This rose saw thorns and dirt.

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Author: saltsmanbecky1

Fav scripture Mathew 6:34. In my spare time I write & design jewelry.