Peddles
A rose beuty is in its trust of the light,
Once betrayed it has no life,
As its pieces scatter through the sky,
It breaks their heart ,it makes them want to cry,
It has them asking Y?
This beutiful rose has to die.
Copyright © Romierkys Rodriguez | Year Posted 2005
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