Roses 'N Thorns

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Life is a paradox

Of Treasures and of thorns

As my eyes opened to see myself amidst the pain

I began to seek for joy in my imagination

I put my pen to paper

'Tis always a pleasure to treasure

But words struggling for supremacy

That is my thorn

Treasure and Thorns

One can't be without the other

The lesson of life

The reality of being

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Life is a gallery of events

Of shows over and over

Tis to make you bow in pride

Or 'Tis to make you cower in pain

Works of art are forever

Beautiful pictures

But hidden shadows

Not a stranger to pain

I know the feeling

I like to think

If I would let the thorns clip my wings

Or If I would rise and ride with the tides

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Would I be an art of heroic beauty?

Would I bow from this realm crippled or tripled?

But I choose to Kindle my joy to burn off my pain

Many atimes I stumble

But there I see my roses

I till and toil to take my roses home

Thorns are its ally

Could you seek for roses?

Could you find the treasures?

Would the thorn surely pierce?

But know that tomorrow

Will unfold with the beauty of the roses

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My creativity accommodates

Life as not just treasures

I tasted the bitterness of thorns

I looked for sunshine in the clouds

I was bitten by the stinging of the nettle

Love was as a treasure

And the first kiss as of pleasure

But for a love that has gone sour

That is a thorn in the treasure

Seek the treasures in roses

And dare to grasp the beauty of the thorns

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