pink rose petals
endure cold wind and harsh rain
still stand so elegant.
Note: The rose is blooming in my garden. I was surprised to see it's immaculate despite the rough weather from the past few days.
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Seema Patel
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Love the haiku, Seema <3 <3 The lady I bought my house from had planted so many flowers around the house, including a few rose bushes. I'm so looking forward to seeing what color the roses bloom this year <3
Lovely haiku ♦️♦️♦️