The Rose
A rose sprouts in the moon with such delight and beauty,
it's shine throughout the night reflecting the stars that shine,
the stem was long and it seems like it was part of the endless universe,
the leaves were starting to sprout as if they were the extracurricular activities in space,
the pedals circle around surround the middle as if it our solar system and the sun,
The rose will never die along with the universe
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