The Little Rose
There was a lot of roses in my garden,
I kept my garden with hardcore care,
Lots of roses blossomed in my garden,
Beautiful Red Roses,Yello Roses,White Roses,…
one day a visitor arrived to visit my garden,
An unexpected visitor with black eye,
Suddenly all my roses closed their eyes,
And now a little rose in my garden is about to bloom,
But, she is alone now
I hope she will be a great barrier to overcome the devil eyes
(Aswathy Vadakel)
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