Red rose blood,
In the wind, the petals of the sparks fly,
From the wounded heart beats love
And kisses the flour of the heart for.
I do not have enough words and tears, minutes,
And the black poison corrodes the heart,
And where are those hands that will crash
Of white lace and silk outfit?
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Stunning Rose.
How gorgeous this is.
Very pretty
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wonderful
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Where are those hands?
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I love roses too! 🙂
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What a wonderful red rose, my favorite flower!
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A beautiful rose and wonderful narrative, Olga
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