Petals fall, yet the rose has no direct appeal
with regard to its relinquishing. Progressively
the bloom of it exquisitely develops. Its stems
are equipped with sharp prickles, yet the eyes
fondly adore its resplendent tranquility, reveling
in its natural palette of reds, greens and browns.
The mind strives to compose its own dialectical
theory, while the rose engenders what it is able.
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