the rose doesn’t know
the beauty it possesses
the grace its petals display
the fragrance it radiates
the happiness it brings
the love it spreads;
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the rose doesn’t know
the thorns that adorn it
are its strength
protecting it from the wild
the once satin petals
when withers,
are crushed and squeezed
its soft fragrant juice
satiate the taste buds;
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the rose doesn’t know
alive or dead it is the
Queen of Blooms
Its presence ferries the
heart to a sweet mystical land
aren’t we all like the Rose
spreading love and freshness
everywhere
like a fresh blossom, we glow
spreading mirth and glee;
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Let not the raw flavour of rose
die from your heart
Let not the parched earth compel
the rose in you to lose your worth
Let the thorns embellish you
Let the dews define you
Outgrow the other blooms
Shine, shimmer like a Rose! 🌹
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