Rose dressed in silk skin
sowed in the air the smell of love.
Rose washed without more thorns
gathers at night the stars of a sky.
Rose torn without chicken
Rose longed for by whose heart does not want.
Rosa's sun my flesh burned
the night was cold and dark I did not do more.
Rosa laughed happily and added
flower of love and lovely stars.
Rose withered never sprouted
sown in my heart love on stone.
Rose to the wind bare remained
petals picked like stars of a sky.
Rosa cried and could not wish
while a thorn appeared in her heart.

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