Poetry

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Growing Roses

My roses stand together

like a cackle of old women.

Each tries to out adorn the other,

smiles with beauty,

but hurts with thorns.

Move them a part from each other,

they might die and wither.

My roses stand together

like a cackle of old women.

 

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Shimmery glows of soft pink

and gentle hues of blue,

paints the calm at end of day.

 

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