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The Petals That Are Unseen

A jasmine flower I planted, 
And beside it, a rose plant I grew
And I waited for both to blossom - 
Watching out for the first bloom. 

The jasmine's new leaves began to peek; 
But the rose stem remained, empty and dry - 
Oh, all that I did to get it to rise too - 
But nothing that worked - it was ever shy.

The jasmine plant grew taller, 
But the rose stem remained; with no new heed - 
I strived to get it to grow, spent all my time 
But it didn't; despite flashes of sunlight and water tides.  

The jasmine plant started budding, 
But the rose stem remained; how much more time? 
I dedicated my time to the introverted rose 
I just couldn't put that plant aside.

The jasmine flowers blossomed, with a beautiful scent 
But the rose stem remained, despite my attempts;
As I muttered about the stubborn plant, still I strived 
To get the stem to grow - wanting so badly for it to thrive.

Many days passed, and the rose stem never grew more 
But amidst the days, about the jasmin flower I had forgotten - 
And that beautiful flower, though I had gotten - 
Was gone forever, wilted and saddened.

When the jasmine had bloomed, I only longed for the rose
Gawking at not what was here - but what could've been there 
And forgetting the blessings I already had -
Focusing on what didn't grow; but not what bloomed.

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