Take a closer look at my favorite Rosal (a rose without thorns).
Demureness pictured on its frame.
Harmless.
We’re both simple, sensitive and quiet — apt to serenity.
Also, we’re both ephemeral, only, I’ve got a lingering sweet smell behind my charm.
I may be weak, but I’m special.
Thanks God, I’m a human.
I can enjoy life after death.