A single red rose
Painted that color
With drops of blood
The thorns created
When touched
By an innocent soul
Such a beatiful flower
Inflicting such pain
Sometimes the beauty
We see in things
Are not true
The pain
On the other hand
Is as real as the rose
Sitting in my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you used a rose to show the expression of pain in one's life here in your poem. Well written. Keep on writing as you are talented. Ravensong