Beautifully buoyant,
Sharp shining,
Red radiating,
Flavoured flower.
Standing lonely on the way,
Pleasing to the sight,
And flavours the heart,
At every passing day.
Emotion moves a finger,
Cuts it,
Like a swinging dagger,
Mounts and stings it,
Like a bee,
And takes a flee,
Like a thief,
Hunting in jiff.
At night;
rumpled, withered,
Wrinkled, Shriveled,
Trampled Rose died after light.
But lives on with a breathing breed.
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Rose is flavoured and expresses emotion and love. Wonderful description.