The rose that grew from the concrete ,
Something so beautiful grew somewhere so hard
withering and doomed from its environment
So misunderstood and out of place ,
Bruished by unbearable cold and suffering
Longing for sun light & love it may never see .
The rose knew it was fated to die ,
But as the petals fell it gave birth to a garden
The rose coudlnt change much it self
But maybe this garden could
one day this garden could sprout a tree,
That tree could turn into a forrest
something the whole world could'nt be blind to
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