Ciaran Quirke - Roses I

The rose stands proud and tall,
A sight for all to see,
Not one petal will it leave fall,
Bringing no action of misery.

It shall, forever, hold it's head high,
Allowing none to oversee it's beauty,
Stretching ever for the sky.

Ciaran Quirke

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