A rose is but a rose:
A thing of beauty
So resplendent in pink
Basking in the sun
Emanating fragrance
Fill my heart to content.
The wind of time blows…
One petal trembles
Shakes and falls,
One calendar leaf falls
The inevitable nears
Another petal holds fast
Yet trembles a little longer
Shakes and falls
Another calendar leaf falls.
Rose, oh rose; poor rose.
Short is life but with a purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem.... Life is so transitory! Just as the petals of a rose fall down one by one, months and years fall away unnoticed... But however transient our existence may be, we have a purpose and mission to accomplish! !