The Rose Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The Rose



The rose grows and blows in thorns,
Preventing you to take 't in haste.
The beauty could be seen as rose,
But is the only cover to place,
Where thorns are usual to find,
So life is bright and dark in mind...

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Lyudmila Purgina

Lyudmila Purgina

Russian Federation
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