Dozen of roses, dozens of luck, dozen of smiles,
to share this world.
A small hand to hold on, giving this life an empty heart.
Emotions, hatred, grudges, regrets, eaten up the brain's bread.
Putting an end to the pressures in hell.
Poisoning the humans with its sole ray.
Sweet words, consoling sympathies fascinate in every way.
Open books, shut doors are standing right there.
With the freshest roses welcoming me sitting here.
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Good one poetess!
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