“There is just something about the rose, the red, red rose which makes one pause, stop and smell the scent, of the roses“ Gun Roswell Red, Red, Rose The glow of the petals in the pale moonlight shining dimly, and so the sun surely brings forth more of the same out, the colours nothing short of bright, the reds, the varied other colours for sure there too, but the red one is the one sticking out like a sore thumb from the lot, luring the innocent onlooker under its spell and soon enough you too will be totally enthralled, perhaps controlled of a single flower, ready to prick you dead.
