The Rose.

Red, blooming

Pricks my hand when I touch

Beauty to my eyes when I see

Like the sun bright shinning

In it’s rays bright glowing.

Pink, black,orange

It comes in many coats

Painted in many colors

All of them, beautiful to the eye

But also with their thorns

Beautifully blooming.



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