The Angel

The Angel.

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Rose of Mine

A Rose is always a Rose.
You tell it or not a prose.
It does or not it knows.
It is always sooo close.
Whether your heart is sad n close.
It will make you a smiley pose.
What if your feet smell n runs nose.
It always by your side grows.
What if the crap world woes.
To you right path it shows.
Whatever weed in the society grows.
It in you a goodness sows.
When you fell running emotion shows.
To your level it lows.
What if it has thorns.
Never do let it lose.
Whether you tell him or not.
It always is and still remains a rose….

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