The most beautiful rose has thorns perhaps as a reminder
That thorns prick and fingers bleed
Drop by drop, dripping
You were like that rose: the most beautiful one
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roses and thorns, joy and pain, agony and ecstasy are inseparable. a very touching poem 10 Thanks Rani MAMTA
Your pen sleeps alongside your heart I am sure, a sad poem yet full of warrmth and feeling and a pleasure to read Paris 10 x
deep, profound...mellowed...touching heart where it has to sathya narayna
Rani this is a wonderful poem..roses got thorns and thorns got roses.... from experience I tell you for roses I got most of the time thorns.. that is life..10 (that p of dropp has got a permenant problem in PH) Rema
Sorry can't correct the word 'drop' with its double 'p'! I tried, I tried.
I can understand the pain.Nice write.Similar thought in my poem Rose too. If time permits kindly read it.Thanks for sharing