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A Rose

A rose is often an inspiration source for painting, poetry or even prose. Found all over in myriads of hue, its petals at dawn are dotted with dew. Layers upon layers of petals, like satin so soft - it truly lifts our depressed spirits aloft. Red, pink, orange and yellow roses - amidst sharp thorns and serrated green leaves provide instant relief to any soul that grieves. As the bushes engage in a sprightly dance in the breeze, its fragrance wafts gently across the garden with ease. It is used to convey to a pal a wish on a birthday, or for a speedy recovery and to greet two souls united in holy matrimony. Come rain, come shine, a rose will always bloom to rid our hearts and minds of sadness and gloom. Gita Ashok 9/10/2010, 1:30 pm
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gita-ashok
Indian
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Oct 9, 2010
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“A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die. You hope you've found that special rose, 'cause you love and care for the one you chose.”

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