Roses
The sun rises, and the seeds start to bloom.
Resting on a table in the delivery room.
Emotions rise as a sign of affection.
A vibrant rose, picked for perfection.
Seen from afar, the lavish petals.
Thorns pierce the skin like jagged metal.
Fragrances are so unique that they cause a high demand.
So heavenly that one whiff transports you to a dreamland.
The fruitful flower shines with heart and soul.
To see you smile is my only goal.
White rose, red rose: remembrance and grief.
As the petals start to fall, we turn over a new leaf.
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