White 🌹

In the storm stands the white 🌹 tumultuous 🌊s of destruction abound her. Yet tall is the white 🌹 strong in the 👶 of the sensed doom around her. And she does not bow down, pure is the white 🌹 in the compost 🌏 growing eternal 💪 in the 🌙s that so hurt, l 👀 not the white 🌹 she is so far away, but l long to protect her, but only the words can l say. So l send her my words and my poets ❤️ to help her when there is hope to 👀 her through being 💪little 🌸 your ❤️ will guide true, and as long as you want, l will always 👄 to you.