Marigold was in glee
Amidst the tender leaves
Glanced at the pretty rose
Amidst the serrated thorns
Still the rose was mirthful
With a pep and spark
Swayed elated and joyful
Marigold peeped with a sombre
Wept for the tender rose
Encircled by the honed thorns
Still the blithe rose rocking
The Grover intruded
Into the garden
Plucked the marigold
But pricked by the needles
Pulled out his hand
From the thorny rose
And packed off the garden
Still the rose cheered
And bloomed her fragrance
She smiled at the thorns
She knows the pocky thorns
Are to protect her.
Still the rose cheered And bloomed her fragrance She smiled at the thorns She knows the pocky thorns Are to protect her. the sense of beauty and trust. lovely poem. tony
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. An insightful piece of poetry written in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
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Still the rose cheered And bloomed her fragrance She smiled at the thorns She knows the pocky thorns Are to protect her...sweet lines
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