Thursday, December 12, 2013

The Rose

 
A splendid rose stood
all alone,
Surrounded by a wall
of stone
Around the wall were
roses, too,
Still neither knew the
other grew.
 
So often we, like
flowers dwell
Too deep within our
human shell
And pass through life ---
"not understood" ---
Not making all the friends
we should.
 
~ Anthony J. Pettito

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