Rose
She might be surrounded with thorns,
But everybody hear her mourns.
As if she was in pain,
Yet, in her expression she was afraid dyin'.
Her petals are slowly falling,
Taken away by the air's dancing.
Her color seems to fade,
But we all know that her beauty is in any shade
Oh Rose! What have you done!,
Your beauty have never changed.
Even if it the colors have gone,
Your still a beauty of chain.
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"I Just Thought"
De TodoA collection of my thoughts, quotes and short opinions about mine and anyone's world. 💘Self-made thoughts💘 ⚠ Plagiarism is a crime ⚠
