Ode To Rose

Rosey colored cheeks,

stepping through life,

thorns on the thy stem,

the petals a reflection of his true spirit.

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A common oracle of apollo,

but there's so much more to follow,

he's a beautiful daumier that's painted,

from the bourgeoisie that's untainted.

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Bathed in rebeldom,

the principality of his princedom,

sovereign to his own beliefs,

as contumacious angels facient thy relief.

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As the blossom bloomed and perfume danced,

the rose lived its own life, nothing to chance,

as the petals fade and then fall away,

memories will endure, until seen another day!