Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!
The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!
Beautiful poem. Great feeling of closeness to nature. Top score
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem laced with great imageries. Full *****