In an
English garden of neglect,
Whose beauty
no one remembers or knows,
A stem rises
above the weeds,
Sporting the
most forgiving rose.
It doesn’t
question the sudden decay,
Or ask of
the gardener’s health.
The rose's
concern is survival;
Therein lies
its beauty and wealth.
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