It sprung up in a long warm spring
Along a much used road. Fed by the fertile earth and warm sunlight, it grew in beauty. It grew so enchanting that passersby would stop to to admire it on their journeys with a few writing sonnets about its charm. Summer only made its delight that much sweeter. Winter came, stayed a little too long and the flower survived. You see, to survive, sacrifices were made, resources diverted.
Spring came once again and with it, the passersby. Revulsion replaced enchantment, though they did nothing to help. Accustomed to admiration, the flower further coiled inwards, hardening even further. It wished for winter to come. And when the days grew long and dark, it start with itself. Embraced the landscapes etched by hardship, the thorns formed in self protection, shedding the need for validation. In the Spring, it bloomed again. This time, a surrounding itself with a circle of thorns.
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