The roses have too many thorns to be substantial
To be the better understood
I see their reddish glow
And the inevitable shines
I think on the drops of moisture
That gather on a scarlet bulb
Like a gown of ample luxury
I invest my light and heat
The energies I have
The numberless atoms dancing
Yet I'm nothing like a sun
I can but give my eye in regard
I can use the rose as a reference for a painting
I'll be a mere pedestrian
I'll look at the world as though it's a fabrication of something else
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