Poetry

A bed of flowers 

The road of life

is like a bed

of assorted flowers;

Sometimes it can get

as painful as thorny roses

or as sweet smelling

as dandelions;

Yet every flower

has its own exquisiteness

and on every path

there will always

be something

for you to admire

no matter how prickly

are the flowers.

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