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Like a rose she seems to blossom.
The thorns stop people coming near.
Like the stem, her blood still flows.
Like water, pure and clear.

Like the petals, mostly happy,
But when she wilts, there's no going back.
Like the centre, heart's in the right place,
until the outside then turns black.

Like the leaves, she's always glowing,
always different, always change.
Like the colour never satisfied,
Until it changes in the rain.

Like the petals and the flesh,
Sends a beautiful aroma.
Such a special animation.
A difference, passed on to another.

Like the Rose, deep in the forests.
Like the Rose waiting to be found.
Such a Unique creature,
Never find two the same around.

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