DasaDeka XI-10

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Rose A symbol of love, A thorn of pain, A beauty of life, A cycle of rain. The rose is a flower, That blooms in the sun, Its petals so soft, Its fragrance so fun. But the rose has a thorn, That pricks at the touch, A reminder of pain, That love can be too much. Yet the rose is still lovely, Despite all its flaws, A symbol of hope, That love always thaws. So let us embrace, The rose in its prime, For its beauty is fleeting, Like the sands of time. - Najwa Salsabila (26)