The Rose - Poem by Declan Barwell
Dancing playfully in the grass,
Thorns coming from her side,
Wearing such colours,
Too vivid to hide.
Delicate yet complex,
A dress of red,
A neck of green,
Lying in a brown bed.
She's a film star,
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