The pink and blue roses
That seems never to be erases
Shines on their temporary times
With their best fun and unfed up games

Sensitive beauty which have to be admired
Like the traffic light stepped on red
That comes and goes and need much passion over head
Also much well behave and careful tread

The fun which goes extreme more
Which early closes the futures door
Affected the roses which are beautiful
But not for the precious and much careful

For the temporary treasure
Needs much pleasure...

Luwi Habte

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