Red Rose
Touch of silk
Yet color of blood
An aroma of tranquility
And an aura of love
Publicly exposed
With but nails to shield
A vulnerable infant
Yet adulthood reached
A natural beauty
For all to see
A symbol of remembrance
Left behind by me
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