Alex Katowo - My rose

The shinning rose of mine,
Comforting when wind brow to it,
Fan me when it is hot,
Is wonderful rose ever seen,
since a time I was born at Mjimwema Street,
No is first time all people are amazing,

I planted it near my door,
Bedroom window warped by it,
Also a lounge and leaving room,
Making me comfortable.

My best friend came yesterday,
To greet my rose was his aim,
He set all moment near my rose,
He proud my rose,
You're so beautiful...! ,
He smell my rose,
I reacted why he stepped toward rose,
In front of my eyes he enjoyed my rose,
The medicine of my heart.

It is not a first time,
My rose shouted,
He hag me a lot of time,
I had no choice than to agree,
`Cos he knows my secret,
What I had done before you plant me here.

I fill bad to share my rose,
Even with my closer friend,
because is my only choice,
No matter what they say,
She is my only rose to shine around me.

Alex Katowo

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