Discovering life
Has always been a interest
Thorns balancing the pleasure of a rose
Is inevitable
In a rose garden
Amidst of the magnificent red roses
Lay horny green thorns
Just below
Every time a rose is plucked
A thorn may pierce
Even with caution
A thorn may still be present
A bouquet of roses
Red as blood
Which would wilt at the end
Doesn't cease to amaze
But if a thorn always accompany a rose
One might pluck violets
But the pleasure in a violet and a rose
Is difference of a world
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From My Mind
Thơ caIt is a collection of poems with feature of interest in human nature
