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'The Sweet Rose'
The Sweet Rose awakens
in her full bloom
With her loved one to protect her.
She shines her beauty among others
Like a proud soul that ponders
But
the storm is here and save she must
Her guardian of night and day
For if she loses her mighty compel
Not very long
can she stay
Too late now the storm it has arrived
How did it start? She wonders
No one knows this disastrous
demon
But yet she wishes it would be over
The storm has died, how’s my sweet rose?
All bent and weary I
must say
By what means was this storm to appear?
Oh no her darling has gone away
- Radhika Selvanathan
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