Black Rose

If you ever need to hide,
because you feel less beautiful
then remember of all the seeds in God’s Eden,
it is I, you blossomed for
and you, I will always pick.

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You are the medicine to my mind,
the food to my soul,
and the temple for my fears.

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Nothing into something,
like a harvest
after hard rain
we overcame.

The storm didn’t feel like blessings
but we found a way to nurture something beautiful despite our history.

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