These days, roses are always at my garden.
I remember when I get wounded because of its thorns.
I don't know what's with the red roses
Each time, I am at the garden, I am stuck at it.
The old woman approached me and;
said"love is dangerous"
She also added "It pricks like a rose"
She saw the scar at my left hand,
She said "you fell in love"
I replied "How did you know?"
She said "That person left an image to reflect at once in life."
Upon, looking at my scar,
The old woman disappeared.
I asked myself,
Where did she go?
Who's that old woman,
Why did she say that?
"Love is dangerous, it pricks like a rose."
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
