From the deepest slumber
Of a frozen heart..
Blossomes the rose with the tender petal
That endured and forbeared
And did not stop hoping
In spite of all the weight
of ageless ice upon its bosom.
The sun has been rising to beckon it
While It tossed and turned
Under the soil.
No one knew it’s hidden thorn
Nor its beauty so prompt.
It’s time now
It’s now or never…
The rose just knew that it was time…
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