As Life Itself.
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Sandra Feldman
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Rose, flower Queen
Most beautiful and serene,
Yet nothing in this World
Is Perfect,
So, the prick of
Your painful thorns
Reminds us that
Life is everchanging
And sad,
So much is out
Of our control
And not even
The beauteous
Rose,
Is eternal,
And whether
We like it
Or not,
We must
Accept it!
Because nothing
In this Life,
Is perfect!
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