As we travel through life
we gather flowers along the way.
Some are bold and vibrant.
Some are pale and shy of the sun.
We call them friends.
Sometimes they are hardy,
and stay with us forever.
Sometimes they wither and shrink away.
But, in one form or another,
they have somehow brightened our day.
There was one particular flower
that I passed by every day.
It took a while for me to stop and see
how similar her colors are to mine.
Placed side by side, we're different,
but somehow the same.
She's a special flower,
a strong, hardy rose.
She has weathered some storms,
but still she grows.
The more I look at her,
the more beauty I see,
and the more vibrant her colors become.
She'll be here long after
others are gone...
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