Extended metaphors short poems Roses and flowers
This the last rose of the summer left blooming alone all her lovely companions are faded and gone.
The thoughtfulness of one brightens a Mother's Day for six working on their day single artificial bud produces much joy through compassion.
O Rose thou art sick! The invisible worm that flies in the night in the howling storm, Has found out thy bed of crimson joy and his dark secret love does thy life destroyed.
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Created with images by Eukalyptus - "rose roses blossom" • Pezibear - "rose flower pink" • MichaelGaida - "roses bouquet of roses bouquet" • 51863 - "rose pink red" • OiMax - "Flowers"