Two months into the New Year life is slowly creeping back into normalcy.But the lush greens of my mind are still hibernating..waiting for the spring to sprout. Hiding in the arid desert of dead hopes a tiny rose bud is attempting to survive. The Desert Rose I call it. A single rose embedded in a circle of thorns keeping itself strong in the sandstorm. Alive in the hope that will this sandstorm pass by or leave its trails sucking the last of the drops of water from its roots. Will there be any seedlings left for the next season or will this year be its last?? Stakes are high bet upon this desert rose holding its roots deep into the changing sands. Will it last the end of this season or will another blow be required to end its chapter.
But...little do they know..its not any wild rose hanging lose from the crannies of rocks nor is it some fresh cut rose that blooms in the most beautiful gardens and kept in vases as a showpiece for a day or two. It is a Desert Rose..one of its kind..a rare specie found in the worst of the deserts of the world. It is meant to survive the worst winds and spread its fragrance all around no matter what!
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