Oh rainbow grow so tall, a rose of pink and yellow,
Towards heaven, reaching skies of all, tastefully and so mellow.
Your thorn to vanish, no blood to draw,
My eyes will manage, what beauty saw.
Alive as spring, frosts in December.
Oh rose your fragrance, still remembered.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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