It made me Smile… By Gr

In her garden of red roses, the river of appetite and taste flow so deep into an ocean of many other creatures,
With the fence of a successful forester, she painted it white to brighten it up,
This beauty can’t wait to be seen by those who love her.
Her beauty told ambiguous stories, It curses, it comforts, it whispers, it welcomes,
It’s the ultimate cure to a lovers heart.
With a pretty umbrella, she secures roses ready to meet visitors with a good or bad heart.


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