~* art by Vidan *~|
Of what we seek, through thorns and briar,
Something sweet, of great desire,
Blooming now for all to see,
The rosebud in its raw beauty,
Blessed with spledor from within,
Sure to make a weary soul grin,
Rich in moods, scents and power,
The blooming rose; a Woman’s flower.
Pretty in pink, as nature planned,
Upon long stems, in grace it stands
Always new and lovingly prepared,
To be chosen, and affectionately shared.
For the 'Potpourri of Poetry' challenge
My word: 'Flower'
In my poem: 'Raw Beauty'
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