the thorn and the rose.
the rose blooms, on tender stems with jagged thorns.
unbeknownst to the flaming rose, the thorns offer a sheath of safety.
protecting the rose, uncaring of their visage, the thorns are silent sentinels.
if only the thorns of my life, were merely a cocoon of safety, shielding me from the storms of life.
if only I were enveloped by thorns, weather-beaten, yet buffered from strife.
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as always and always, thank YOU dear friend
Peace ✌
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You are welcome!
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I love the last line.
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thanks so very, my friend … your kindness is much appreciated as always. Peace ✌
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Peace to you as well.
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A wonderful thought!
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many thanks my friends! Peace ✌
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