Saturday, July 27, 2013


Beautiful rose I saw
So enchanting and raw
Blooming in the garden of faith
Without any misery nor wrath

Heavenly dewdrops glistening
On the petals in the morning
It whooped with joy
In the dazzling light from the sky

Its sweet fragrance
Has left he beings in trance
The beautiful roses with its art
Has stolen my precious heart

I, stunned by its smile
Have fallen for its deceitful wile
The beauty which I had adorned
Is now left for me to scorn

The awkward prickly thorn
Has left my heart torn
My blood though is washed by rain
But I’m never parted from the pain.

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