Author Sayeed Abubakar A red rose everyday goes to school people see. She is only Nine. Blooming a rose is fine but going far away leaving me alone is like keeping on my heart a heavy stone. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments