Violets and Roses (Not the Cliche)
Why are roses embarrassed?
And Violets so down?
Does your life flow in a Ferris?
Is this why you frown?
Please my dearies, blossom, don't pout.
I tell you my dears, you'll find a way out!
Just take up the sun, take up the water;
Fill yourselves up, when I feed you, my daughters.
Do not look so gloomy, please lift up your head.
Please do not let my flowers look dead.
I realize your problems, disturbing and natural,
will fix themselves up, as though a collateral.
Now don't worry my sweets,
You will need your rest.
For, tomorrow you'll greet and greet
All of my guests.
Now goodnight precious.
I'll see you come morrow.
Please don't become pedal-less
and leave me in sorrow.
I'm sorry to say that this ended so abruptly.
This poem was controlling me corruptly.
This made time fly, and so i ended it quick.
But, i would like to say, I've now ended with wit!
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