To the rose the garden disappears. To the garden the rose withers away. (If you were the gardener, what would you say?)
good bye dear rose, I'll see you again next season. When the roses bloom again. nice thought, a good question.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
9/23/2024 4:52:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good bye dear rose, I'll see you again next season. When the roses bloom again. nice thought, a good question.