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Poem about roses |
| Roses, oh roses Delicate and fair With petals soft as velvet And scent beyond compare. Their hues range from palest pink To the richest ruby red. A symbol of love and beauty Since time immemorial they've been wed. But there's more to these flowers Than their charm and graceful form. For hidden within their thorns Is a treasure, a secret, a norm. For roses are survivors Strong and resilient too. They weather every storm And always come through. So let us honor the rose For all that it represents Love, strength, and renewal Eternal, ever-present. |