A flower..yes, a flower is my life..
she rise from all and grow, and she is beauty,
in rain, snow, wind and other nature things
she keep her petals with her arms around it..
but still..she is delicate and week,
and sensitive, and strong..all in the same time,
she pass thru all the nature cruelle things..
and keep her petals upand she is shining.
but...when a petal fall and she is hurt,
the pain it hurts her hart and she is cryng..
and never can that petal put it back..
couse once it`s crumpted...will never be the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admire you dear poet.you r young and ur poems too.love is like a red rose full of thorns.