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Tanka our love like a rose the fresh scent is in the air I want to pluck it I may get scratched doing so off the stem the rose will die Haiku red roses in bloom alive and fresh on the stem sharp thorns for defense

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 5/30/2025 11:42:00 AM

What a creative write you have here. I like pink roses the best... Have a fun day writing away..........

Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/30/2025 11:50:00 AM

Thank you Paula.

Joe Dimino

Date: 5/30/2025 8:44:00 AM

Yep, careful around roses. Though I new one that was worth the risk. To be young again. Well done, Oliver. Have a great weekend my friend!

Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/30/2025 8:48:00 AM

Agree totally. Yes to be young again. Those days are long gone. Thanks Joe. You have a great weekend as well.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/30/2025 7:37:00 AM

Lovely couplet of kus!

Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/30/2025 8:49:00 AM

Thanks Kim.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 5/30/2025 6:10:00 AM

The thorn of the rose may hurt but aren't those roses sweet. Something my father-in-law used to say a long time ago. Thanks for sharing this creative work with us. Sara K

Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/30/2025 8:49:00 AM

Thanks Sara. Yes the thorns hurt but that makes the roses sweeter.