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From a bud,
I blossomed as a cherishing flower,
People adore me abundantly,
Pluck me for my fragrance and the vibes,
Hold me as their crown with bunches of love and pride,
Hold me like a baby with heaps of care
But once I began to dry,
Unknowingly, they threw me in the trash,
And made me rotten...-
Though it gets withered now but still I feel fresh smell of Love as did that day when you gifted it with Love
ЁЯТХЁЯТХ-
The rose that you gave me long ago
Still pricks me, though it is dead.
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Rose withered in the sun,
its petals scattered in the wind.-
I could not get myselves,
To throw away that withered rose.
Sure, all the petals had been crumbled;
Dried away.
All of its life had been snatched away.
But,
It still reminded me of those times
Those days
When I felt full of life with you.
I could not cast those thoughts away.
I could not throw that red rose away.-
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рдореИрдВ рдЙрд╕реЗ рдЕрдм рднреА рдЧреБрд▓рд╛рдм рдХрд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реБрдБ.....-
After few years when you open your
Old Book you will find the
Withered Rose Petals
with lots of Memories...-
рдпреЗ рдЬреЛ рдлреВрд▓ рд╣рдереЗрд▓реА рдкреЗ рд╣реИ рдЗрд╕реЗ рдлреВрд▓ рди рдЬрд╛рди
рдореЗрд░рд╛ рджрд┐рд▓ реЫрд┐рд╕реНрдо рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рд╣рд░ рднреА рддреЛ рд╣реЛ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ рд╣реИ-