Rose was wilting Rot tainted Her skin like a violent bruise A pure sign of violence inflicted But it wasn't from the consequences of a physical form She didn't suffer brutality of that kind Oh no
Her roots lie in a disarray like a disorientated tear streak Stem weary, a replica of poor posture... No confidence All at the expense of vile resentment And... Grudges that poison thy delicate Rose Now she's flawed, radiance waning like the moon Oh no
But worry not because She set herself free As if her soul is transitioning into spring... New beginnings Because she... Forgave She set herself free Oh yes
Redemption dripped from Her Bud Uncalculated happiness burst and burnt what's left of her flaws She now stands beautiful and proper Like a Rose... A ravishing Rose
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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