The rose buds.
The rose blooms.
The rose flourishes.
But, it also pricks and withers.
Like no person is completely perfect.
We may try to change it,
and make ourselves
"immortal"
"beautiful"
"perfect"
But, we just become
immoral
ugly
imperfect,
Then we realize
that we were already
perfect roses
Cared for by our Creator.
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