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The Rose

"To walk becomes something greater than to fight and lose everything."

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The grass is cold
so is the rain.
Holding faith
to keep the plains.

Then comes the desert
Hotter than ever

Cactus grows
Vultures fly
I just want to fall
But I promised someone
I Won't Die

I will not be the food
I will become a root

A Great Beginning
Like The Pando(Tree)

My grandma cried
When I was young

Told me to keep walking
"Don't Look Back At Me"

I continued to walk
My knees ached with pain
Thinking I Would Return
To My Home Plains

When I Returned
To The Spot Where She Stopped

Growing Through Her Bones
The Cherokee Rose!


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Written by ThorRedskinLight
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