A rose is still a rose
Red cannot be white
White cannot be red
Blinded by perception
We stay in the unknown
Changes are lies
Impossible to apply
The same until death
Death is still a life not living
In the end,
A rose is still rose.
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PoetryThese are all original (: this is a collection of my poems for when I have spare time to write them! * * * Thank you for all the reads, comments and votes! I love you all, please try stay positive :) Much love, Chloe xx * * * Cover: Oh my goodness...
