SHELTERED FROM THE WORLD

Dear rose,
I warn you now:
Stay closed,
Keep sheltered from the world.

The air
Is stale here,
Your bare
Shape would surely wilt.

But Flower,
Should you
Cower
From life, and its rough designs,

You’d miss
The moon,
And kiss
No dew that every morning finds.

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Ashley is a first year Arts student who likes to dabble in many creative fields. Although poems are her most prolific work, she has many ideas in store for short prose, and only lacks the time and space to pursue them.