Essence survives
Rose, a token of love
Spreads its aroma
Amidst prickly thorns
Utters happiness and joy
Alone or in bouquet
It whispers love
Graces welcome to adieu
On all occasions
In my hand or yours
Wishes comes from heart
On congratulations and applauds
And get well soon cards
When tears fall
Lips couldn't quiver words at all
Roses lays to rest.
On the journey last
Fresh or dry,
Pressed between pages
Fragrance of love
It spreads for ages.
Anewed as Spring
Sings saga of love
Betwixt compassion and passion
Fragrance of feelings remains forever.
14/11/2022
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