Of a pale yellow rosebud
attempting to bloom in the rain
while the frost of winter thaws
slowly seeps, into thirsting earth

She blossoms in defiance
petals opening, reaching out
to touch hardened hearts
and souls, aged by sorrow

She believes, hopes and endures
more than most, yielding only
to time; withering, resistant
fragrant still, even then

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