My Rose
Solely, I posses a rose
though one,out of the window
I see it as drastic orchards
in a clay pot at the corridor.
The bee lands on its petals
in search of sweet nectar
to make honey at the hives.
The red serpent passes by
just to feel its awesome aroma
before it engage in a hunt;daily.
Daisy, the girl from the river
she's mad on its lavished beauty
she honestly comes to have its picture.
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