The White Rose …

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 !!!

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