Skin is deep, an assume that skin is deep,
And life goes on as a rich red rose,
How much deep in that stem is the rose?
Morning dew set on fallen rose, this morning.
Dew drops, and where they are now, this noon
Took them too, still…
A fragrance lingers, freshness sets on minds;
Roses and dew drops left, they left, soul stayed.
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