The red roses in my room
Will they get lonely,
When I'm not around?
Will they start looking outside,
And wonder what it's like to leave?
The beautiful red roses in my room
If they ever try to start
A conversation with the books nearby,
About weight, about lightness, and most of all about love,
Who will have more wisdom: my books or my roses?
The happy roses in my room
Does it ever cross their mind that next Sunday,
The red petals will all become dark
No water or sun can bring them back to life?
The red roses in my room
Probably too proud to talk back
And then I shall never complete
The poem about the red roses in my room
Hic, lâu lắm Clea mới viết, mà làm ngay một bài triết quá :-S
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