Can I be a rose?

Yes, I think so.

It’s my calling,

after all.

And I have pinkish skin

and rosy cheeks.

And I am as multi layered, 

as complex, as any

petalled rose

worth my name.

Yes, that’s for sure.

Is there a fragrance 

on my breath?

I like to think so.

And will it be discernible,


rosily perfumed?

Yes, especially 

in the moist evening,

but take care not to 

disturb my roots,

to cut me off

and watch

me fade



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