Wandering through an unknown forest
thorns like sword piercing my feet
leaves like crown adorns me
finding my way in the lost with tiny bruises
I spotted a torn rose
with hopes to mend it
to replant and replenish
wishing it becomes mine someday
Rose with some life hopes
fragile like my favorite glasses
picked it up and wished i never did
but it had already become my mission
Halfway,my mending tenure had expired
the fragile rose grew horns
made me a target
it's own way of appreciating me
It was not done but it expired
it never grew out but grew in
became wild and uncontrollable
but never mine
Confused,i began a second journey
laid the rose for another target
wishing it grows feathers next time
while i find some pluckings
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