This poem is dedicated to Audi Kaita (also I want to make a dedication to
here for chp. 37 as well) so enjoy!
A row of roses is like a row of people
Exactly the same ready to be shipped out into the world
To do the tasks expected of them
And then die
But what if you were a wild rose
That kisses the sun when you blossoms
That welcomes the bugs when they come to visit
That smiles as the rain falls down
That twirls around when the wind passes by
And shines as radiantly as an after storm rainbow
And that has a scent as sweet as the heart
Not the one made for them
But their very own
And I think you are that rose
That one wild rose
Is you