Life’s simile to a Rose.


Me comparing my life to a Rose,
Yet beautiful worth to pay gratitude.
Though rose's thorns quite sharp,
As my life bumpy always on the harp.
Vivid the spectrum of Rose's Colour,
Simile to my life opalescent through the tour.
Rose got the stem onto which it holds on,
I got the God onto which life heaps on.
God gave Rose, vibrant sheen, thou rough but lustrous,
Life's path jolty still hoping destiny to be lambent.
Dear Rose, you live to the fullest,
Even your death is cheered by the soothing scent.
I wish death like you cheering up my dearest one,
I wish life like you, feeling ambiance to the whole.

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