My Scarlet Rose
Oh my scaret rose, oh my precious
Where have you gone?
Please come back just like you came into my life
Don't leave me by leaving a rose on my hand
The rose which holds the beauty of scarlet red
The rose which hold one too many memories of ours
Oh dear the color of the rose is fading into darkness
The thorne which used to protect the rose as untouchable
But look it has been weak....
Just ike you and me....
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