Blue Rose,
every bit so pretty.
possibly the prettiest of all roses.
But, touch this beauty,
and poison will shoot through you.
Will you live through it?
No, death will overtake you.
It'll be like you never existed.
Blue Rose,
can take your mind away,
at first sight.
So, don't touch it,
or look at it.
It's dangerous.
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Authors Note: On Postpoems.org, they have a picture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem