me dancing with the rose bush..
"how the stems are growing?"
she glared with widen eyes..
she huskily said,
"it depends on factors..
wetness of the soil -
like my feel when me near you..
moistures in the air -
like my breath when you hold me..
hotness of the sun -
like your looks..
whenever opportunity arise - me grow..
me too selfish.."
me exclaimed,"ho, is it?"
"yes.. but don't ask me -
HOW THE ROSE HAS COME?"
me token her with a kiss..
"while sun teases the earth - she blush;
when she BLUSH -
me yield a ROSE.."
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