# roses

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he saw it many times but this time, he had it, held it only to be pricked by its thorns and given a warning not to come near…
he can only watch from afar now
Watching it bloom with all of its flawless beauty in the dawn, letting sunlight slips through its petals delicately

…and so the thought, maybe he is this way, maybe just to observe, maybe a watcher, a mere audience sometimes feels warm in his chest and silently enrichs the soil

Is it really a flower? Wondering he is

-R