Roses are sweet to smell
Gorgeous to be looked
So the nose they please
As they do joy the eyes
Thus they heal the aches
The wounds and the pains
When ill or in a low mode
Watering them with la care
Remind us of our souls' core
Their beauty reflect on faces
Smiley brighter, healthier ones
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