The two roses are us
One white
One pink
The first were paler than the palest ghost
And the second had cheeks that blushed
One were flawed ~ imperfect ~
the other had yet to learn
As flawed was the second
They were like two roses in a sea of tulips
One white
One pink
The two roses are us
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A series of poems and random thoughts
PoetryIt's just what the title says. Nothing less, nothing more. + the occasional personal note
