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The rose that hasn't been through the pain of bei

The rose that hasn't been through 
the pain of being plucked is the rose 
I intend to grow with you my love
Wistfully I willed, and kissed your hands
In the clear pale light; the shineth above
the moonlight gleaming in the dusky dawn

Shining before the light and wonder,
Laid by a passion in the eyes' sake,
Yet, like that point of flash from thunder,
Across my soul a white mist of day.
Happy Rose Day my love.

©Mohita S. Siddharth
  The rose that hasn't been through the pain of being plucked is the rose I intend to grow with you my love
Wistfully I willed, and kissed your hands
In the clear pale light; the shineth above
the moonlight gleaming in the dusky dawn
Shining before the light and wonder,
Laid by a passion in the eyes' sake,
Yet, like that point of flash from thunder,
Across my soul a white mist of day.

The rose that hasn't been through the pain of being plucked is the rose I intend to grow with you my love Wistfully I willed, and kissed your hands In the clear pale light; the shineth above the moonlight gleaming in the dusky dawn Shining before the light and wonder, Laid by a passion in the eyes' sake, Yet, like that point of flash from thunder, Across my soul a white mist of day. #Love #English #Rose #writer #roseday #HappyRoseDay #nojohindi #roseday2023

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