Red roses running around.
Bluebells bombing the roses.
Nothing is still on the ground.
Nothing is peaceful.
Bang! Bluebells bombing the roses.
The roses have fallen-deep-down-to-the-ground.
Blue bells still bombing. Red roses rise for another day of work.
Green grass stands high and raises their hands in the wind like they are saluting the red roses for their work.
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PoesíaPoems I have put In time to think about. They are both negative and positive. They have meaning. They maybe ones I believe strongly about and you don't believe in them that's fine.
