The rose is beautiful
petals are soft and wonderful
silky and shining being an attraction
so goes the general description.
The rose is tender
protect it from any offender
held harsh crumbles and falls
could this be another call?
Life is beautiful
look at it with eyes wonderful
flaws turn into a glossy gleam
nothing strikes the beam.
Life is tender
tempers and anger being the offenders
bridle the anger as much as you could
never try to speak rude .
Roses dance in the air
rose, red and blue in all
life blossoms in different hues
rose and red green and blue.
Not I sing a song of praise
nor I sit and watch it rise
rose and life seen together
professes a metaphorical refer.
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