We All Were Roses

Green leaves trembling in the wind,
flashing pink, yellow, and thorns,
smiling at how resilient we had become.

Roots entwined with the fate of those rocks,
our lumps of enduring granite.

We knew we belonged there.

Flashing pink, yellow, and thorns,
smiling with sea spraying
and sun sparkling in our eyes,
on our shells,
and green leaves
​trembling in the wind.

We all were roses.

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