The Rose Of A GardenerA Rose top on the stem,
With full of blossom,
Swinging gaily in its self-esteem,
Under the kind sun.
Queen of the beauty,
With tenderness inside its heart,
Living happily with friends of honesty,
In a sunny park.
On one rainy day,
An evil hand plucked the rose,
And crushed it in a lust way,
On the ground, it was tossed.
The affectionate gardener, me
Tears in my heart,
What would the deserted rose's life be?
I put it round forever in my heart.
BaKoGi
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