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Pillow Rose

The Pillow Rose The Pillow Rose sways in the wind,

As she waits for bees to lay upon her,

Buzzing as they come forward,

She lets the bees take her soft uniqueness,

And she watches them glide away.

Letting her friends and family clamber on top of her,

They fall into a deep, warm sleep.

Light as a feather,

She can’t feel the weight of the heads,

That are using her smooth petals,

As soft blankets.

She feels a pride inside her,

Just as her kindness grows.

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