Monday, December 21, 2009


Soon the winters will be over,
When the snow will disappear;
Soon the spring will come,
With new leaves flowers plum;

The colored rose,
Sometimes red, pink and so’s;
Little anger, little baby blues,
In her green stem of bodily views;

Soon the springs will be over,
And the summers will appear;
The sun and the tilt of the earth,
Will lead into a heating effect worth;

The petals of the rose,
Will glow more in rows;
The sepals of the rose,
Will entangle with those;

Soon the summers will be over,
And the breezy rain will rover;
Drop by drop,
One on a lop;

The fragrance of the rose,
Mixed with wet earths, everyone knows;
Flowing delicately in nostrils,
The eye color changes to rosy thrills;

Soon the summers will be over,
And the winter will cover;
Cool to cold,
Soon too bold;

The calmness of the rose,
Whitish with snow covered she arose;
Rose- a flower for every season,
Rose- a fairy in every reason.

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