Thursday, July 25, 2024

The Wilting Rose Comments

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My love, my rose, how fair thee used to be,
Thy petals velvet soft, thy fragrance sweet ambrosia to me.
Yet time and illness like a cankerworm within,
Have eaten away thy beauty, thy bloom begins to thin.
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TUSHAR BERA
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