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🌹 Whispers of a Rose

In twilight's hush where soft winds sigh, A single rose begins to cry— Not tears of sorrow, but of grace, With velvet blush upon her face. Her petals, kissed by morning's gold, In secret tales of love unfold. Each curve, a verse, each scent, a line, Composed by hands of the divine. She stands not proud, but gently bold, A flame in bloom, both red and cold— For in her thorns, the truth resides, That beauty guards where pain may hide. Yet still we reach with hearts undone, Drawn to her fire, her soul, her sun. She teaches love in fragrant prose— The sweetest ache: the rose, the rose.