A Poem on Red Rose


 A Poem on Red Rose

Red-red rose, a lovely sight.
Nice-nice rose, shining bright.

Nice rose, soft and deep.
A sweet repose, secrets to keep.

Soft petals gleam, a waking dream.
Sweet scent it blows, feelings it knows.

Nice is the red rose, standing so true.
Its beauty shows, for me and for you.

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