Her Rose
In the garden late at night
The wind blew threw her hair
Letting herself relax
She picks up a small pink rose
Petite and beautiful
Just like the girl
The Rose grew slowly
Just like the girl
The fragile flower
Is just like the girl
She brought her Rose everywhere
It did not die
Nor get one scratch
Though the weather tried to tear it
And just like the girl
Her Rose remained -
Petite and beautiful
Slowly growing
Fragile
Just like the girl
It was her rose
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My Poems
PoetryA little something to share my small poems to the world is all this is. . Some poems here are short, long or in between, read at your own leisure, I don't mind, find the length you like, do as you will. . SOME POEMS WILL CONTAIN POTENTIAL TRIGGERING...
