Rose dies in winter
and lives in spring and summer.
Poem breathes life
from words, phrases and lines,
incorporating images
and even an image of a rose.
Poem and rose
are creations:
A poem is created
by a human hand of a poet,
and a rose is
created by God alone
for a poet to enjoy
and write about - with life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem