In a garden are flowers along the periphery
With different scents and colours,
But my soul did pine to one
‘long stemmed red rose’
How I wish I could groom this flower
To make it mine forever,
But it had an ambiguous fragrance
That put thine in the repose position
The world would utter,
‘time and tide wait for no man,’
But I just can wait to have this flower
To groom and make it mine forever
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