Crimson paints her petals with beauty, To match the sunset sky. Her thorns a defense for all to see, To hide what lay beneath. Dewdrops decorate her drooping leaves, To prove what she's feeling.
Crimson paints her petals with beauty, 
To match the sunset sky.

Her thorns a defense for all to see, 
To hide what lay beneath. 

Dewdrops decorate her drooping leaves, 
To prove what she's feeling.  rose stories
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malakyscree
malakyscree Do not own pfp, but I do the Background.
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Just a poem, just a random poem.

I don't own the photo.

Crimson paints her petals with beauty, To match the sunset sky. Her thorns a defense for all to see, To hide what lay beneath. Dewdrops decorate her drooping leaves, To prove what she's feeling.

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