Spreading the fragrance of love
shaping the petals mystic
Blooms in the abyss of soul
The Red rose touches the senses
to be tranquil, transcend the sky
in the world of fantasy, were the lovers sing.
Azure the sky
Red rose contrasts
noises transforms to music
world seems to be heaven
were fairy tales in full swing
Sun rises again and again
Redness turned into new hue
it was black enough, taken by wind
music transforms into noises
opening the door of hell
the Red rose stands in the past
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A beautiful philosophical poem on rose has been presented here I eulogize. Thrilling expression, it may be quoted... Sun rises again and again Redness turned into new hue it was black enough, taken by wind music transforms into noises opening the door of hell the Red rose stands in the past. Thank u dear Arundass, go on writing...10