A red rose turned brown
Withered with time gone
The beauty will fade away
The deeds will come around
So, wise up and stop fretting
For wrinkles and spots you’re getting
And beautify the soul within
As it matters, what’s under the skin
Under The Skin
A little poem on beauty
True 🌷
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Indeed
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A wonderfully penned poem with a beautiful theme!
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Thank you so much for your kind words, as always.
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My pleasure!
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Just wowwww❤️❤️❤️….
I love every word of this poem and how you wrote it👌🏻 Awesome
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Thank you so much Naina for such warm comment. You always make my day. 💕💕💕
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I wrote a very similar poem like this on my blog…heaven collided us! 😀 this was really good
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Thank you so much. I would love to read your poem. I couldn’t find it on your blog.
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Beautifully phrased, and with a very positive message. Lovely work!!
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Thanks a lot Lia. I m glad you liked it. 💕
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So true! Beautifully woven 💕
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Thanks much for the appreciation 💕
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Nicely written. Love it🤗.
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Thank you so much 💕
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Thank you for painting such a positive image of aging.
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I am humbled by such appreciation. Thank you 🙏
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Well penned 🌼🌼🥺🥺💖💖💖
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Thank you dear 🙏🙏
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