yellow rose

Tue, 06/08/2021 - 18:51 -- mrapook

The rose of yellow
is a quite dashing fellow
wearing a golden velvet tux

his morning hello
sounding majestically cello
singing he loves you much

his fragrance so mellow
your mind’s become jello
romantically a perfect touch

but when evening comes
his open arms then becomes
closed, and no longer sings as such.

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