She sat there,
In a bed of roses,
Where the thorns pricked her,
And making her bleed,
But the petals,
Soft in their touch,
Wiped her tears,
Consoling her.
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PoetryTo the person reading this, I hope you find these words that I've written relatable to you somehow. •A collection of the snippets of my thoughts• Rankings: #1 in Quotecollection #11 in lovequotes
