{Im not sure if this should go here or under the pain section... this was slightly Random... }}

The Rose of Winter.......


Beautiful, young, fragile,
Lost in the world of the Unknown.
Afraid to reach out. To touch.
To Love.
Surround by nothing but
the cold blanket of Winter

Plucked.
Her thorn piercing the skin of the intruder
A fierce look as she is carried away
Shy and scared of the unknown,

Given food and Shelter
A wanted love restored
Cherished and adored
A beautiful rose blooms to rest.

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