~roses~
A red rose is for delight,
a yellow rose is to become tight.
A black rose always knows,
The evil that grows in the thorns.
A white rose is for purity,
A orange rose seeks the sun.
A pink rose is caught in the middle,
Of purity and love.
Some roses were meant to give,
Some roses are given to heal,
Some roses are meant to stay on the,
Bush so all others may have a look.
I have no roses to give today,
Maybe tomorrow will be a rosé,
Kind of day…
Inkmaster
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