White rose in hand
Face down on a bed of broken dreams
Her heart sleeps in the epitome of broken dawn
The sun will shine no more
Nor will the moon bring night to life
Solitude is her only companion
Drenched in rain from the clouds darkening the sky
Kneeling at the foot of her love's grave
With only the feeling of loneliness
She closes her eyes
And drifts away to be with him
A white rose rests in a pool of scarlet
wow i really like this one...its beautiful...umm on line 7 do u mean 'rain' not 'ran'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats a Very Beautiful poem