A rose grows where nobody knows,
hidden in a quiet place.
A bird sings, ‘Be free, rise to your highest’
Clouds may come and clouds may go
but peace is a perfume
that all may smell
of it
wise and true.
For Briar age 13
hidden in a quiet place.
A bird sings, ‘Be free, rise to your highest’
Clouds may come and clouds may go
but peace is a perfume
that all may smell
of it
wise and true.
For Briar age 13
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