Rose - with which I Love Yous gets adorned,
Everyone sees the beauty and
inhales its fragrance,
Until they get pricked by its thorns.
Are humans any different?
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6. Rose
Rose - with which I Love Yous gets adorned,
Everyone sees the beauty and
inhales its fragrance,
Until they get pricked by its thorns.
Are humans any different?
