Rose
Blooming ever so brightly
Under the splendor's rays.
Smiling and standing proudly
And everyone was amazed.
Your lovely fragrance is addicting.
The sight of you is ravishing.
Oh, Rose! I'm falling.
But little did I know... you have thorns;
And now, I'm bleeding.
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Panacea
Poetry"My kind of life support system and my oxygen..." Originally Written By: wondrouslayer
