All roses have their thorns
All roses have their thorns,Angels may seem sweet,
But even they have their horns,
Black wings and tiny feet
All roses have their thorns
Nobody is perfected,
There is no such thing,
The world may seem infected
Yet still it can sing
All roses have their thorns
Sing of great glory,
And also great pain,
The world has many a story
To tell, not in vain
All roses have their thorns
Listen to its melancholic tune
Soft, tender
Warm as in June,
Yet also sad as it sings out in agony
All roses have their thorns
Poetry by Sabrina
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 15:18




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