WHEN IT SHREDDED



It was a beautiful morning
With a pleasant breeze
My little rose plant
Gave birth to a bud
That Bud turns into a rose
My eyes were freezed
By its beauty
Pleasant smell shrikes my nose
The sun disappears moon appears
I go to bed
Next morning I found it shredded
My day end up with mourning
When time comes everyone have to leave
And he too

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