Old man
Tends his rose
The wind-drift grey road
Speckled in pink and white
Is a mosaic of his years
Each lost petal a careless year
Each drop of water a shed tear
Each snipped stem a lost moment
Each bloom caressed, a lover's touch
Each unopened bud
A promise of lovers to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A single rose can be a garden for the heart to behold. What a depiction of tenderness, tending the rose of love. I am impressed with beautiful simplicity of this write. PEACE