A few dew drops
on Rose Petal
Wind blew softly
scattered some dew drops!
Dew fell on rose thorn
turned into blood red
and a few more
fell on the earth vanished magically
Still some drops are waiting for the morning sun rays
to caress their cheeks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a perceptive prose poem.....10+++
You a reader of good poems.Thank you Bernard