0072.Vine Of Roses Poem by Sunset Moonshine

0072.Vine Of Roses



Blood the color of a red rose.
The color is so close.

Roses mean so much
Soft to the touch.

Roses smell so delicious
As the vines they go vicious.

vines to a rose
are sharp to the touch
A very harp point
So very much.

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