Red Rose

Just like a red rose,

Soft petals unfold,

Beautiful and bold,

Crimson like blood, a story untold.

Yet danger hides in each thorn’s embrace,

A silent warning, a sharp, cold trace.

For in beauty’s glow, there lies the sting,

A delicate dance of suffering.

Admire the bloom, but tread with care,

For in its splendor, a risk we share.

Lovely to hold, yet pain it sows,

Just like a red rose.

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