Growing in a small yard
Surrounded By various herbs

From a bud into a lively rose

It grew from nothing

To something beautiful

From which they can't
Take their eyes off

With thorns that could
Pierce the skin

Along a scent that makes
The sniffer feel lost

It had a place in her heart
That no one else can ever have

As if it was attached to
One's memory

Being A sign to conquer the
War of emotions

It isn't like
The garden wasn't
beautiful before

But

It's presence somewhat creates
an enchanting aura
That no one can resist

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