Perfect Purple Rose
Perfect Purple Rose
A Perfect Purple Rose stands
still On the top of the hill.
She is the god's will
Blossoming like a true princess.
Wearing a white gown and a
purple dress.
Shines like a rare pearl in the
skies.
The ugly world cannot percieve
her beauty even if it tries,
Yet she survived cold seasons,
hurricanes, and wild winds and
careless reasons of man that
walked on earth with hate.
But none could break her
perpetual rise
She will grow strong from the
heavy dust
And open the eyes of the blind
Stirring the power of love in the
dark mind.
She stands still
On the top of the hill
The one and only
Perfect Purple Rose.
By Ernest Badounts
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