Gentle as a rose


I am

Gentle as a rose
Not just the flower, no
The plant, twisted stems, prickles and thorns

Flowers bloom and they whither
The plant grows tortuous
With a hardened core

From afar you wont see but the blooming flower
up close the leaves are covered
With lumps and powdery mildew

Without the rose pedals one may
Dismiss the plant with the unsightly wood
But wait a while and let the roses bloom

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