In my garden a beautiful rose Blooms daily in a majestic pose Thrills my heart with joy.
Washed fresh by the morning dew Its petals shine like new On a bed of thorns Like a queen on her throne.
As the day hides behind the darkness The rose loses its freshness Age imprints its mark in its wrinkles With the dust the petals mingle.
Washed fresh by the morning dew Its petals shine like new On a bed of thorns Like a queen on her throne.
As the day hides behind the darkness The rose loses its freshness Age imprints its mark in its wrinkles With the dust the petals mingle.
1 comment:
Brother...
nice poetry. I love it. Make for me, too. mmm, kidding. ^_^
Suci
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