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The Rose

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

The grass is coldso is the rain.Holding faithto keep the plains.Then comes the desertHotter than everCactus growsVultures flyI just want to fallBut I promised someoneI Won't DieI will not be the foodI will become a rootA Great Beginning Like The Pando(Tree) My grandma cried When I was youngTold me to keep walking"Don't Look Back At Me"I continued to walkMy knees ached with painThinking I Would ReturnTo My Home PlainsWhen...