Thorny Rose
Last Friday
I stumbled upon
A thorny rose
In a lovely garden
I picked up the thorny rose
To admire it
But I was badly pricked
Then I sat down
On the bench
In the garden
With tender tears
In my eyes
Full of contemplation
“Not all beautiful
And pleasurable things
Are good for us,”
I said to myself.”
Some sins
Are very pleasurable
But full of
Deadly thorns
Picking them up
Will not only prick us
But they will burn us badly
Sometimes with
Irreversible consequences
Do not pick up
Thorny roses
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Cute and true!
Thank you so much Carlos🙏
Perfect way to describe it.
Thank you so much for the lovely response ❤️❤️❤️
Amen!!! Beautiful poem!
Thanks a lot for the beautiful words❤️❤️❤️
You’re welcome much! 🙂
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