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The White Rose
The plant has bore a bud,
With little twigs around,
It is free from dust and mud
And there it's blooming beauty is to be found.
The bud has bloomed,
By white petals and sweet smell,
Has captivated the eyes using a spell.
Then came it's youth stage,
When it's full beauty is in peak,
The eyes of full desires only wants to see it.
Then it becomes old, it's beauty is gone,
Now the bug resides on it ,
Where no smell is to be found.
Now it is the burden of it's home,
With no charm left,
So the hands which planted it,
Hold it tight.
The eyes which desired it,
Turned away his sight .
And then he gave the Rose-
The beautiful Gift of Death
© ---Alexandra Roxelana
With little twigs around,
It is free from dust and mud
And there it's blooming beauty is to be found.
The bud has bloomed,
By white petals and sweet smell,
Has captivated the eyes using a spell.
Then came it's youth stage,
When it's full beauty is in peak,
The eyes of full desires only wants to see it.
Then it becomes old, it's beauty is gone,
Now the bug resides on it ,
Where no smell is to be found.
Now it is the burden of it's home,
With no charm left,
So the hands which planted it,
Hold it tight.
The eyes which desired it,
Turned away his sight .
And then he gave the Rose-
The beautiful Gift of Death
© ---Alexandra Roxelana
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