Roses For The Soul

Roses For The Soul short poem

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Roses are for the soul,
giving peace and poise to one and all.
Colours and hues so charming ,
their enchantment is undeniably heart-warming.
‘Roses’ word full of fragrances,
delight to the soul and freshens one’s senses.
Awesome flowers having a unique place,
unsurpassed beauty none to replace.
Garden blooming with beauty of roses,
beautiful surroundings where soul reposes.
Lovely flowers among the thorns,
mesmerising beauty it adorns.
Roses are the image of life,
joy and sorrow alongside.
Show one’s pain and strife,
to achieve happiness in life.

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Preeti
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So truly said about a rose…it spreads happiness around! Wonderful words!

Shubham goyal
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The moral of the journey to earth

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