Question

PLS READ FULL.
AND TELL ME HOW'S I M GOING IN POETRY

A rose which grew white in her garden started chaing it's colour from white to red. Wonder ? She.

Gradually all the roses were red and I was fading.... fading from this white world.

The time came and took me along & the color of roses.


May be
She would never know that the color on roses. Were my tears of blood ❤️




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Answer 1

Answer:

This isn't a poem it's more like a story

Explanation: