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Life is a tangled

thorn of roses.

Clearing the path,

we must keep

some of the thorns–

a balance between

joy and pain. 

At the end of the path, 

I see a beautiful rose–

velvet petals unfolding,

sitting upon a perfect stem

with thorns that look strong and

handsome. 

All of life comes

to a still point in 

that one rose

that carries my

gaze into

eternity.