The Rose is red, the Rose is bright,
It's very beautiful, that's right.
Once it came from a south land
To live with people of grey England.
Its pedals were taken by girls for the lips.
Women took its shape for the hips.
The rose aquated the beauty there.
Of course its scent refreshed the air.
Wasn't the Rose's brightness a light
For all wayfarers at night?
Its sparkle is sure to list
Some more silver to the mist.
As if wishing to have the flower near
And to emphasize how the beauty is dear,
The English have fallen in love with the Rose,
They've made it the emblem, and now it goes!
The Rose
© Copyright: Раиса Ефимовна Машкова, 2017
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