Wonderland
Small yellow rosebuds
will turn to all shades of pink
Wonderland thy name
The iron roses
will keep you from falling down
to Heaven you look
Thorns
Thorns of iron wire
and hidden thorns of roses
they both will prick you
Mother of roses
She lived for ages
no wrinkels in her petals
mother of roses
Snowdrops
Like snowdrops they fall
as soft clouds send by heaven
the little white rose
Worldwide © 2001 by Titia Geertman
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