A rose of many colors
A rose is still a rose.
Call it as you see it
Inside it's still the same.
Seasons change and wind blows
But a rose will still grow.
Changes every year
The roots are stronger still.
Buds will loose their petals
Yet the beauty does remain.
A rose is still a rose
Let's watch it grow and bloom and rise.
-Jessica Rose
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1 comment:
Simple and sweet. Just like nature. My Jessica Rose. I like this poem because it's style and content reflect you as well!
-Nice.
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