Of all of the different roses,
The pink is unique
where one could be given to anyone
and make that person happy;
Thus...from that one person,
the happiness is shared with another
through radiance of smile...or a voice that could go over a mile.
That's how a pink rose
could turn and give birth to a prose
and there's no chance of it being something that is gross;
Even if it is no more but then linger around as a ghost,
It still gives out the scent of beauty and happiness;
It will last forever...though it may remain unseen.
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J44
- Author: Nafis Light ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2019 00:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I was watching a movie on poetry and during a sad moment, he said "Right now, I just need you to write us something beautiful." I reacted to that and I made this.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 4
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