Behold the heavenly beauty!
The White Rose of tranquility
Amidst the green bushes it rises,
Its serene charm deeply entices
The spellbound heart of its beholder
To dance to the slow, mellow waltz, with ease
Composed by the tender morning breeze.
An aesthetic sight, giving utmost joy
Innocent and charming, filling the void
Of one’s existence; To spiritual realms
It hails its beholder to elevate.
But remember, with caution, we may
About the sharp thorns along the way
From the bottom of its stem, as we move
Up to the soft, white petals’ meadow
That to live is to overcome the struggles and pain
Before we sleep, undisturbed, in the heavenly clouds again.
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