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Hidden in the Dark
Left in the dark,
Lost to the world.
The thorn less rose is there,
But it cannot be heard.
Words in my mouth
That come from the mind
Cannot exist,
Because this rose I cannot find.
Confusion and frustration
Seem to be in me
Now is there no happiness,
Not even glee?
One day I will find
This thorn less rose in the bush
Until then,
Left in the dark, I will not push.
