Friday, June 7, 2013

In My Heart Grows A Rose.

 
 
 
 
In my heart grows a rose without thorns,




for it can not survive in this world without defense I must
 


hide it close to my bosom and let it's delicate petals not be left unguarded.




It is a rose that has grown
 


from concrete.




Watered by hidden tears, it is a heavy rose and old beyond it's years.




Let me cast it
 


upon a sea of souls as my final fair well for I loved you all behind my hardened shell.
 


by, Andrew Soldier.



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