Lovely red rose!
your aroma had reached my nose.
As i was passing by
Your beauty had caught my eye.
No, I am not a thief
but my impulse told me
to come,
to have a sniff.
Lovely red rose
my arm to touch you i stretched
when suddenly you prickled and scratched.
A dropp of red blood on my finger
had thought me a lesson;
to let your aroma in the air to linger.
To let that proud flower,
live for another day, or even for an hour
before the wind scatters her petals
her beauty might win her some medals
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