Caroline (Bloom)
Among the thorns, a flower blooms
From smallest of buds, till now
When sunlight rushes to its call
Leaves whispering to know, just how
Could this be beauty, from rugged bush
Transforming to lovely, before our eyes
Through the storm clouds of darker days
To the peace of more brighter sky's
The warmth that bathed the started bloom
And pointed thorns that kept her charm
That hid her newness from the world
Crowdedly protecting her from selfish harm
A glimpse excited the garden in awe
As the bloom finally broke from its bed
For what the garden hoped to see that day
Was the beauty of a single bloom of red
In the days, the Spring of new life
She was the bloom all sought, so fine
And the gardener just smiled, as they gazed
At the wonderful beauty, of his Caroline
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