The little red rose.A symbol. A meaning.
Blooms on daylight.
Withers at night.
Once given, it’s a sign of affection.
Once dried, another reflection.
They come in colours for every occasion.
For moments spent with each relation.
At times I wonder for my red rose.
Waiting for you to be so close.
A rose is a rose, till you know for whom you chose.
Till then……..my little red rose.
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