Once upon a time we were sitting on the beach.
`wish you were a flower….’said I .
` I would b a rose ‘,replied she,instantly.
`which one? Red or pink,blue or black?’
`of course a white rose!’ .said she ,wearing a beautiful smile.
I looked at her face, being curious. she was busy playing her anklet.
I looked at the sky….
The moon has come out, glowing all white…………
just like a white rose !!!