Topic: Life is like a Rose | |
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So small,presious,butiful
As time gos by you start to grow Waiting and woundering if your buity will be seen Now older and still lonely and cold,Readey to wither and die Out of the sky comes what appears to be an ANGLE Felt love,warm,safe Time passes,you realize She has been pulling you peddles out one by one Much older now,All alone,cold,scared and starting to wither and die |
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![]() yet a rose allways blooms again in the spring... ![]() |
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