rose
rose
I bloomed from pain,
I blossomed from suffering,
I sprouted up from the earth,
From chaotic conflicts,
From tragic events that shouldn't be inflicted on anyone,
Yet, I rose,
I sprouted,
And now I'm that,
Single rose in the middle of a field.
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