By: Kay Kay
Level: 1
(2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)
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Never have I forced myself to get such a gorgeous price
So enticing, yet so many nominate me as the most beautiful
Never have I experienced such hatred, jealousy and spite
Yet people wake up one morning to detest an innocent creation, oh so hateful
I’m a flower with gorgeous petals that wither
Because of the thorns in the garden
Thorns that have pierced through my soul
On the branches of a blossomed tree is a beautiful rose
At the foot of a growing tree, withered petals fallen
Is it possible to climb up the tree of happiness,
Without being torn and broken?
Weeds and thorns, surrounded by hopelessness
Of all sizes of thorns, it’s the monster ones that prick harder
And the tiny ones learn how to prick naively
Melancholic in nature, yet found as wild
The weeds aren’t satisfied being around a perfect beauty
So they aim for destruction…
In all, nothing shall ruin the tranquility
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