Rose

Out in the hostile, arid desert,
I stumbled once, upon a rose.
The rust brown rock formations,
Assumed the likeness of ancient giants.
The ground, in it's sandy demeanor, moved back and forth in waves on the wind.
I approached gently the rose.
Fearing each step I took, would,
Bring an end to such delicate apparition.
She trembled vigorously at the wind

'be calm my lovely one!' I called out to her.
Reaching out to caress her petals.
Reconsidered!
Should I only caress the air!
The dullness of the barren world around her,
Seemed to explode into the realm of life,
Right where she stood. God! How beautiful!
Her leaves and her petals bore proudly,
The scars of perpetual bombardment.
As she wages war on the sandy desolation.
On each gust of wind,
Wave upon wave of desert shrapnel
Collides with and perforates her entirety.
Still she stood wholly defiant!
Within me, my emotions raged!
As I tried to fight off the onslaught,
She leaned into me as if to say,
'it's All right!'
By this, the tears crept silently down my cheeks,
Which she caught.
Directing them down to her roots.
It was during the cascade of tears,
That reality dawned upon me.
I had fallen in love.
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