Blue Rose
Against a white paper, a drawing of a blue rose hags within a silver picture frameIt catches my eye whenever I walk past the wall because of its uncommon color
In full bloom, it is placed at the top of a long curvaceous stem
With two leaves with pointed tips, and some thorns that seem so real, I could get pricked were I to touch it
Although it's just a simple drawing, if I stare at the rose long enough, I begin to smell its scent
The sweet smell fills me with joy, as in a way of reviving my spirit
I see this rose as a form of therapy for me
It shows me that no matter how unusual or the difference in color, a rose is still a rose
It also shows me that although things may be different on the outside, it is still the same on the inside...
Written by Lisa Robertson
Copyright June 13, 1998
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