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Thorns and Roses
I plucked a thorn,
From the bushes the shepherds burn
Nay, was it the only one I had seen,
There were buds, too beautiful; too clean
Helpless thorn, which turned out to be me
Ridden of the very last of its life
Few minutes before dawn,
The enemy had planted strife.
Alone, dear Lord, I fear to be alone.
In a pit, I dug on my own.
© EzeMercyO
#blowaroseforothers
From the bushes the shepherds burn
Nay, was it the only one I had seen,
There were buds, too beautiful; too clean
Helpless thorn, which turned out to be me
Ridden of the very last of its life
Few minutes before dawn,
The enemy had planted strife.
Alone, dear Lord, I fear to be alone.
In a pit, I dug on my own.
© EzeMercyO
#blowaroseforothers
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