The red rose

THE RED ROSE

The red rose in my garden
Reminds me of my childhood
oh ,what a lovely days ..
I used to play with the butterflies
I used to speak to flowers
I used to sing with the birds
O this red rose in my garden
Reminds me of my childhood
But i am away from home and
I cant even touch the roses
As it is too cold outside
The whole garden is filled
With snow, so i can just
Look through this window
And can admire its beauty

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