How do I explain this bloom upon the rose,
that clings against all odds
this endless drought bestows?
Just holding on with hope
that rains will fall again,
before she hits the dust
where her tender life will end
But rain has left this bloom
to struggle on her own,
with only hopes and prayers
she clings to life alone.
She holds on with a dream
the day sweet drops will fall,
to ease her aching thirst
her petals cry out for.
So fragile with her pain
so lonely with her need,
that just one tender touch
would cause her heart to bleed.
The rains she knows so well
seem nowhere in her sight,
but still she finds the strength
to not give up the fight.
Alone she blooms her smile
to hide away her fears,
she'll flower while she can
no moisture left for tears . . .
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