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Bed Of Roses
Under the bed of roses we find peace,
Where we stand in heavenly habits finding it;
The roses are never crushed for all of us,
The roses sweetly remember us on this day.
This truth is overpowering me for love and life,
This truth has cancelled my objective,
For I like dozens of flowers and plants
That are subject to the test of loyalty.
May we all wear this bed of roses
In the effort to conceal our crime.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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