Red rose,
Breathtaking beauty,
With prickly pain,
Tomorrow not known,
It is never the same,
Sunny days with love in the skies,
A cloud with thunder glistening in its eyes,
Come high,
Come low,
Storm water helps it grow,
Add some love and care,
At the end of the rainbow,
It will be there
Like a pot of gold,
A rose so beautiful,
A rose so bold
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