Poem..
She rose from ashes, a phoenix reborn,
With strength and grace, her beauty adorns,
A heart of fire, a will of steel,
She rises to the top, with a power so real.
She is a rose, delicate and fair,
But with thorns to protect, and a strength to compare,
A symbol of love, and a symbol of might,
She rises to conquer, with all her might.
She rises to the sun, with her head held high,
With every step, she touches the sky,
A force to be reckoned with, she stands tall,
She rises, and rises, with a heart so full.
She is a rose, in full bloom,
With petals so soft, and a fragrance so perfume,
She rises to the challenge, with a smile on her face,
She rises, and rises, with a beauty and grace.
She is a rose, a symbol of life,
With a beauty that shines, and a spirit so bright,
She rises to the top, with her head held high,
She rises, and rises, with a beauty that never dies.
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