People who walk by night and butterflies
Last night asleep you are awake right now
A symphony of dreams I saw inside
She has the courage of her father's mother
Each nest of roses I passed by
And when I know
How roses grow and pressed for time I was.
The simple things each rose should know
To have her mother's eye
And growing up I give them back
So others may then have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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