A single flower,
A simple red,
Stops my world,
Its just me and this rose,
I can smell its sweet scent,
Its crimson red,
Its just mesmerised me,
Its beauty has captured me,
Is it the way it resembles,
All the little lines i draw,
The liquid of which flows out,
The way the petals look,
Their edges jagged and rough,
Just like the lines on me,
Or the way it relieves,
By making it,
Just me and it,
Just like those lines i draw.
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