Not all beauty is lovely.
One fine afternoon, I saw a fair rose blossom,
And intended to pick it in at the crack of dawn;
Morning came, so I went excited to my lawn,
And at far, I saw it so fair in pompous bloom.
So I raced my steps for an anxious picking;
Its beauty I wholly and voraciously claimed,
And gave it the world’s sweetest caressing;
Until I saw an ugly worm inside it, creeping.
In sullen dismay, I hurled it into a deep pit,
So in its gloomy world none will ever see it,
As if this fair rose never walked the earth,
And in deafening oblivion, it will slowly wilt.
A dirty scavenger saw the red rose though,
It was still aromatic and delighted the fellow
But the creeping ugly worm, he at once saw;
The red rose, quickly and bluntly, he threw.
Beauty can be deceiving. Love your photo, my friend and of course, your poem. Madalang ata to 
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