Whenever I see 11:11,
Whether it's a time or date,
I make a wish.
But now,
I don't know what happen,
Why do I stop making a wish?
I think it's because I'm tired,
Someone's wish is coming true,
While I'm still waiting.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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