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"If roses grow in heaven Lord please pick a bunch for me place them in my mother's arm and tell her they are From me"
A beautiful poem on rose,flower of love and respect nothing that can replace them
They are one of the beautiful things of the nature that we can't hate.
They cheer us up they end our sorrows if given by a loved one's will give u happiness which is not borrowed.
Nothing can match its beauty as it involves the emotion of a human
nothing is greater than the emotions of a person expressed with a flower.
This is my entry for #monomad challenge