Red Rose, Moon and Stars

by Agent Incognito aged 12

The rose is as red a blood,
As rugged as thorns,
As sharp as a needle,
Deadly as nightshade.

The moon is as cold as snow,
Hard as rock,
Yet it is like a star,
Bright as the sun,
During the nights.

Stars are like neverending lights in the sky,
Shining so bright,
Yet so far away.

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