By Jorjan B. Federiso
I was seating in a balcony when I saw a beautiful flower in the garden, a beautiful pink rose. It blooms every year. Its petals are as sweet as strawberry ice cream. Like a cherry blossoms that bloom in the springtime and a Caribbean flamingos that flies high in the sky. I picked one pink rose, it smells like a sweet lips candy and as soft as cotton candy. A pink rose that catches my eyes.