Rain, Roses, and Medicine.

What is a rose?  

But a a simple flower with a fighting spirit and a diversity matching that of humanity.

But they behold beauty like the crowning masterwork who's life has been full of masterworks.

That is why you are my white rose, pure, innocent, with heart, and breath giving.

And rain,

Some say they are the tears of an angel.
Others believe they are a gift from up on high.

In truth I can't make heads or tails of it.

Just like you. so unpredictable and free.

Being everywhere, and yet, just out of reach, how you make me feel about you.

Finally medicine,

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poem by Adrian Cordova
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