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How Roses are born
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Poems I'll hold my pansies.
I'd like to give them
to you, but I'm afraid
you wouldn't know what
to do.
Ever since you threw away
the lavender you once held dear,
so dear in fact,
you'd water it everyday.
Until you realized that
all of your violets were
dying because of the lavender.
Your still mending your garden
but what you dont know,
is that i'd give you all my violets,
in fact take my pansies too.
If it would put a smile on your face
I would not mind,
but grow them together
and one day you'll see
my true gift bloom.
