Hats off to roses
Where the thorns
Become our garden
And the cards of the deck
Become the red hearts.
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The ocean is my current and I am the reality
PoetryThe sea opened like a flame And then broke the glass of the picture frame And all the pieces fell on the floor Except for the rose who wanted nothing More than to piece the heart of the story back together But except these two lovers Were the...
Hats off to roses
Hats off to roses
Where the thorns
Become our garden
And the cards of the deck
Become the red hearts.