A Rose is a feast for the eyes,
Colors, Rose, Mauve, Yellow that cries,
So many varieties, to conclude one could say,
There's no better Queen in the whole World, today!
Impressive work, Sandra....This glides like silk off satin ~FjR~
I can smell them Sandra. You are a Poetry Queen with your own beautiful fragrance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisitely crafted as usual.