Rosa the gem of flowers the queen of every plant, in spring she wears her fineries, her beauty the eyes enchant.
Her colours are so attractive blushing with every hues, her aroma is so romantic to every love a muse.
Her greenish dress is gorgeous covering her prickly stem, her glossy leaves are oval, matching her precious gem.
As summer slowly approaches and spring will disappear, her rose buds, as greenish nubs will start to reappear.
With time her trunk will nourish and her buds will have matured, her tender petals shall slowly reveal beauty of great allure.
She’s found in every garden and sits in every vase, the site of Rosa in all events does leave a happy trace.
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Author:
Saleh Ben Saleh (Pseudonym) (
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The red rose, a symbol of love. Beautifully poetic Saleh. I have a red climbing rose in my garden. It is called Dublin Bay. At the moment it is in full bloom. Happy Saturday.
Thank you Cassie.
I am sure that you have a beautiful garden.
You are a lady that appreciates the rose.
Lovely words
Thank you.
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