When that which is heard, pounds our heart,
When that which is seen, makes us keen,
When that which is felt, makes us melt.
Then comes the day our lives reach the hour,
When at last blooms to be a flower.
But 'sigh' - the rose - the anfractuous entropy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one.. clean and short and nice