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As twilight began to cast
I saw the shadow upon the rose
It seemed so sad dusk had past
And another day came to a close
I touched the velvet petals so soft
And felt the pain it had bourn
To become the beauty that it was
The struggle it survived to be born
I thought once to pluck and shelter in a vase
Just then my hand it pricked by thorn
Reminding me ..it was not my choice or place
To decide it's final fate
Best left to The Master Gardener
I walked away in humbled state
Leaving it where it grows
A lesson taught....by a humbling Rose
By
Bonnie Ray
© 2004 used with permission
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