Blue Roses

October 31, 2015

Have you ever seen a blue rose?

They truely do exist,

there's one at the end of your nose,

there's even one on your wrist.

Why can't you see even their hems?

Only those who believe can see.

They shine on you like gems,

they show what you mean to me.

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