A Rose of hope is growing in my Heart
And I know that its thorns may make it Bleed
But I gladly take the Risk and trust in Fate
Not listening to my Head when it tells me
That this is a Cold Formula for a Blubbering Death.
Roses have thorns or thorns give a beautiful rose.. it is a lovely rose you wrote I liked it Rema
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hope of rose when grows rose still never befuddles of hope, , , , , , , , , , , , , wonderful expression love, yet luscious green, wrought ingenious by lucid flow of heart,10+, thanks for sharing