The rose has opened itself
And shows its inner core
Unfolds its process of blossoming
No thorn that can protect no more
The wind strikes its petals
Bees circle around
And even though,
she could break now
Her heart scattered in pieces
She doesn’t close
but let the sun come in
Let its rays caress her
And tenderly they whisper:
Don’t lose hope
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