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Summer Rose (Alex Berrio-Lafayette, LA)

Praise to the very energy, whether from on high or churned by the hands of fate themselves, that brought the elements together for perfection. Compassion and tenderness resided betwixt mother's hands, the atmosphere filled with red fervor as the first stem engulfed herself into warm air. There she sat, as wind and word and trust were thrown into her fragility. There she stood, against mayhem with thorns and lust of life. She glows the brightest glow for me. She shines through to begin my perception of feeling, slowly leafing through my cascading cabinets to find fact. She is my adorned summer Rose. Explorers and cartographers of glorious knowledge would find it impossible to find a place with more love than my heart for my red summer rose. Let her be exalted forever blessed with beauty and bliss. Let my arms guard her from darkness and let my voice guide her heart. Let her beacon forever flood out hearts with joyous laughter. Let my summer rose wilt before me as we decay intertwined. Let the soft beauty seep into my sinful soul and cleanse it of the wretched. Let never her thorns intimidate you, for the groves are memorized. Hue, softness, brightness, kind words, lip of fantasy will never be forgot.
My summer rose will forever be.


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