You're my Red rose.
Your glare is shining each time I stare
Your voice is my heart's snare.
I can't bare, bare to ignore.
You're such a cure
to my unhealed wound,
The wounds are healing when I found,
I found you, my Red rose.
Here, I am, a Blue rose
used to be calm and a dormant one
Freezing like whistling breeze
No one dares to come close or else, they'll get freeze
God has made his purpose, we are paired
to stay at the left and right side of this boiling and freezing world.
Oh'my dear, Red one, be the one until the end.
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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.
