Category : Poems

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My neighbour has roses..
I watched them grow through the summer, there colours vibrant and there petals like silk..
But when the autumn came in I watched them die, I watched them wither away and watched the petals slowly fall..
But they will grow back again more beautifull and stronger but never less perfect than before..

(This is one of my poems and the picture is my drawing)