There is nothing to hide,
A rose is all I think.
Amazed by the red inks
Blending to kids and kin.
We were not birthed as twins,
Till our roses glowed in pink
Under the sky for a star to pick.
Now we are more than sparks
A bloodline; sharing links.
United, never weak
Sure ticket, confirm win.
Greying till; we hit the bins
To be laid, side by side
In another life, your rose I pick.
Beautiful
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Thank yoy
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Bravo ✌️ keep blogging! Great share! Keep up the great work! Cheers!
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Thank you
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Bravo Vinz
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Thank you Tabatjo Malaka
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Beautiful style of writing 👌
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Thank You Shayra
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Welcome
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Omg what a beautiful expression of your heartfelt pick
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In a series of rhyming ink… Lol.
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Lol but great
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