One king of roses.
Blinded by the lust for gold.
Soon lost his heart.
And the treasures it hold.
Now she mocks him.
In the corner so still.
Her warm touch replace.
By his golden chills.
He lost her.
His heart held grief.
But his eyes.
Shown untold stories of greed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful story, beautiful poem. This is truly excellent writing, I hope to see more.